She woke up wreathed in smiles,
Put on her clothes and was ready to conquer.
Every time she held her books she felt like a warrior.
Mother, I am hungry;
Were the last words she spoke.
She couldn’t wait for the food and headed to her destiny.
She never came back.
That her classroom would become her graveyard
No one had imagined.
They took away the future.
Rubbles, bloodied boards, torn books
Left behind.
Scattered flesh, broken watch, pieces of clothes were
What we could find.
Our children are leaving this world too early.
To the world, their stories are told in numbers.
Our cries, our broken homes
Won’t wake you from your slumbers.
Daughter, we will continue your legacy.
Books will win. Education will prevail.
Your death will not remain just a legend
Your sacrifice will not be in vain.