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As a school bell I’ve shared so many events, good, bad, enjoyable or despicable.
I regret that I cannot express myself when I’m happy; give rewards, or give evidence when watch a crime being committed, like the last time when the eve teasers forced their way to a girl’s class, ousted everyone, poured kerosene on her and set her on fire and ran away, just because her father dared to report against them to the police. Whole school watched with horror but no one had the courage to testify against the scoundrels.
Alas! I just hanged there as a mute spectator.
(Based on a true incident)