A Teacher Is Killed

I don’t believe it
So swift
So silent
So simple
A murderer walks away calmly

A teacher is killed
Another light has gone out
No
Another light has been put out
From a lamp with a new wick
Full of oil
Full of potential to show the way
And guide the steps of others

A teacher is killed
For loving
For caring enough to complain and question
For seeking the interest of a child
Not even her own
Is death a just reward for love?
Should we stop loving in order to live?

A teacher is killed
And the bands play on
The songs continue
To compliment the women and their ‘rough wines’
Where are the placards, the red ribbons and the marchers?
One teacher is killed
And there are thirteen thousand others ... waiting.

C W SMITH
Marabella