They fall.
In the schools.
In the hospitals.
In the train stations.
Destroyed and destroyed.
Silent and still lay the children.
Nothing but memories remain.
A mother calls for her baby:
‘Where is she?’
An unbearable light
They fall.
In the schools.
In the hospitals.
In the train stations.
Destroyed and destroyed.
Silent and still lay the children.
Nothing but memories remain.
A mother calls for her baby:
‘Where is she?’
A Wandering Poet 