Tuesday, August 5, 2008


Twas on a black Thursday they were slain
The innocent children knew not the pain
Obedient to their mother they stayed
And missed the school they swayed

She ordered them to wash their feet
And then their hearts began to beat
She knotted their necks with a chain
What a mother, with a scratched brain!

Their bodies lay as white as snow
With no tomorrow and fame to show
Some parents’ violence is too much to bear
Yet some couples have no child to show c