There was no pre-planning,
no preparation at all.
Meetings took place inside the rooms,
silence prevailed in the hall.
No motto or reason behind,
what was about to be done.
Not an act of mischief,
but one for sadistic fun.
The man was a little liberal with the drink,
didn't know what was coming.
He swayed along in the corridor,
heartily humming.
Before he could realise he was surrounded,
the action was pretty swift.
He tried controlling his intoxicated mind,
but eventually it did drift.
The gallant soldiers wasted no moment,
charged upon the helpless prey.
Many against one,
how just was this fray!
While receiving the blows his memory rekindled,
he thought about the past.
The good rapport with his pupils
had changed drastically so fast.
After this demeaning episode,
everything seemed coherent to the man.
The next morning his body was discovered,
hanging from the ceiling fan.
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