Oh how ungrateful mankind has been to thee
To pluck you from our sight with such cruelty.
I know you forgive that trigger man, and his dirty game
But how do you comfort us who'll always remember your name.
In sorrow we were when the news reached our land
But I pretend not to cry just to show that I am a man.
I know nonetheless that you wouldn't want me to shed any tear
For the way you had groomed me not to have any fear
Now reflecting on you and your teaching years
I remember how often you would race me down the stairs
So much fun it was, but your efforts were never futile
Because you taught me well to be an intelligent child
So much we spoke about and still so much to say
How I wish I can go back to our last classroom day
So often in my writings I reflect on my school ways
And I still remember Teacher Barlow in those good old days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem