The Queqe to Hell

Hello all,

Read this and guess what this is.

I see the old class room ceiling which was full of holes... as bright beams of sun light came through them.

I see the road besides the gate, which was fixed 3 months ago but now its worse than before.

I see a child crying as her mother struggles to be in the queue... who knows why the baby cries.

I can feel a cold wind in this fresh morning but no one seems to feel it's freshness.

I see a bus passing by as bunch of men jumped off because it didn't stop.

I see some army men petrolling with some smiles in there faces as if they were one only people who could feel.

I see some men, each of them wearing different colored dresses as the dishonest grins could hardly fade off their poverty.

I glanced at the sheet for one last time, and threw it to bin after tearing for pieces, as I let the queue to mark their way off to hell.

P.S
Well, I'm not good in grammar and I'm not a poet as well. Please bear with me for that and enjoy.