The Silent Classroom

In December's chilling, silent air, Echoed a grief too great to bear, Empty chairs, where laughter sat, A nation's heart, forever flat. The books lay open, untouched, unread, Dreams were shattered, tears were shed, Small hands that held pencils bright, Now lost forever to the night. No words could heal the broken cries, No comfort soothed those weeping eyes, Yet in their courage, we must see, The spirit of unity, strong and free. We hold their memories close, we swear, To build a world more just, more fair, O children lost on that cruel day, In our hearts, you'll always stay.