holes on heels

On reaching the rears of a local Government
Primary School just before the junction of
where i stay, i looked at my wrist watch and
behold it was some few minutes to 4:30pm;
the time this Primary School calls it a day. I
doubled up my foots steps to avoid walking
amidst some nuisance. Suddenly, something i
was least expecting, a School bell rang and
before i could take two more steps, shouts of
joy, whitles and noise almost got me deaf.
The walls of Jericho would have still prefered
that of the Isrealites. My face showed the
expression of anger with wrinkles that could
pinch a rock-no justice to that anyway. With
saveral thoughts going through my heart, i
could strangle a shark.
A touch of pity and sympathy suddenly
zoomed passed my rage when a tear dropped
my left eye: all the kids were poorly dressed.
3 out of every 5 kids were on flip flops, but to
be more pricise; bathrom slippers. A litle girl
made my focal point, i was agonising with her
situation, her flip flops were completely worn-
out with holes at both heels. I paused for a while took a deep breath, but was my sympathy gonna be of any help? maybe not..... No balance in social strata, equilibrium lost its equality and fell backwards; landed hard like the sun has fallen on pluto..... the heat burns the lower class.
so disappointed couldnt offer any help.