It's so quiet you can hear a pin drop
All the whispers came to a stop
As the man in the navy blue cloak
Opened his mouth and loudly spoke
Us children in the background withered in fear
Smiles always have a hidden tear...
The youngest child, small and thin
Sat there quietly with a lovely grin
Her eyes like oceans of calming blue
Storms always disturb the beautiful view
He directed his fury into her ear
Her smile turned into a uncovered tear...
Instructed to stand in the middle of the class
Like an animal to the slaughter
She cowardly walked passed
And all alone, with no one by her side
She cried silently and prayed she could hide...
He raised the belt high above her soul
forwarding his act almost as a role
Down and slash, down and slash
The leather made an incredible crash
And all the time she made a plea
"God! Please forgive me!"...
Seas of blackness, not a muscle moved
As any motion would be disapproved
The class was almost scared to inhale air
Tell me, is this really fair?
To have such tension so enclosed
And for this violence not to be exposed?...
The small girl returned to her seat
We could all hear our quickened heartbeats
We dared not cross him yet again
Or another of us will be in pain...
