As I write this, I'm waiting for our students to return from their weXplore, a five-day excursion that takes students beyond their host city for immersive cultural experiences. For the past two months, we as a school have called Maun, Botswana, our home. It's a small town on the edge of the Okavango Delta and, for many travelers, a doorway into Africa. But Maun is only one perspective, and it...
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While enrolled at THINK Global School, students are encouraged to be introspective during the course of their studies and travels. When the students document these thoughts, we are often delighted with the results. Below you can find the reflections of our grade 10 student from Thailand, Yada, who provides a stirring poem detailing the consequences that result from war.
Silence
Silence snakes its way through our words
The courageous, the brave. The ones who tried
Young Johnny, not yet grown, who never would cry
The ambitious pilot, the darling son
Such a terrible fate, when what’s left is none
Mothers, brothers, sisters, friends
You can feel the roots here, growing from blood and sweat
“Dearly Remembered” read the stones
Who shall remember, so separated by land?
The rising song of the hymns float,
Light as a feather, dense like smoke
Silence snakes its way through our words
Because of the dead
Because we don’t know
We are silent.
