Teachers, our students bear great burdens. A poem penned by student and teacher.
They brought up religion
Promising a thousand things
At a happy party
They brought a martyr
Displaced from
the place
Injured in the leg
Mother of the martyr
Searching for the shroud
And I cannot complain
As I do not search for graves
It has been destroyed
This
homeland,
this
pain
Yet I remain
Frozen in this space
