Remembering the old schoolroom <br />with tears and heavy sighs, <br />Where fear lurked behind <br />the eyes of innocent child, <br />Forced to please traditions hardened rules <br />Which were no more than.....madness. <br />And hidden within the books and balls <br />The terror creeping down the walls. <br />Yet no one spoke, fear to defend, <br />Left us with so much.....sadness. <br />We sat in despair, as tyrant ruled, <br />Our hearts did beat, we held our breath, <br />This worse than death. <br />Through our ordeals we nothing learnt, <br />Is evil good? Is darkness light? <br />We left so weak, we could not fight. <br />With no one strong to defend, <br />So grin and bear the beatings there, <br />With bloodstained cane, <br />We feel the pain, <br />And pray, justice, she will find us.<br /><br />Julia Ann Holliday<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-victorian-school-house/
