Another School Shut Down in Tibet!
As I peer through the cracking walls,
My heart sinks at the sight before me,
Schools being shut down, one by one,
By force, it feels like a terrible dream.
Sweeping away the essence of our nation,
Leaving our identity in tatters,
Like whispers carried away by the wind.
The trees now grow tall in full gloom,
Soon to dry and die in the empty campus,
As will the branches bearing fruit and wisdom.
Students, once vibrant as spring blossoms,
Now scattered like leaves in autumn’s cruel wind.
Roofs collapse, walls crumble,
Ancient wisdom fades to mere echoes,
In halls where young minds once flourished.
Classrooms now chained by spider webs,
Dust conquers desks in silent victory,
Mother tongue chokes, gasping for air,
Culture suffocates behind locked doors,
Young hearts starved of truth and heritage.
As the doors are closed,
And gates barricaded and blocked,
The walls crack and cry in silence.
The trees’ gentle, caressing whispers vanish,
Elders watch, their eyes clouded with sorrow,
As traditions crumble like sand castles.
Identity bleeds from forced wounds,
A nation’s soul dimming with each closed door.
In the silence of this loss,
The world turns, unseeing, unhearing.
Another school falls in Tibet, And with it, a nation’s identity.
By Sonsnow
