Beslan Angel 186
The angels sing in chorusTheir wings cascading her tiny soul
Her eyes awake, mirroring the glow of the morning sun
Excited, she leads her mother through the dusty street
Their fingers united, following the yellow bus to school
Her brother draped lovingly, cradled in warmth
Cries and laughter of excitement escape the doors
They enter, never to leave the same.
Darkness has engulfed them
Portrayed by black masks and explosives
She can not cry
Her body lacks the essence for tears
Dehydrated, she clings to her mother
Her brother fainting into death
The heavy cries are growing silent
They are hoping, they are praying.
An angel descends to Earth
His wings hidden beneath his jacket
Guns to his back, he begs those behind the masks
Compassion is a sign of compromise
Mistaken for hope
The emaciated infants depart
Some to freedom, some to heaven
Her mother desperate for a chance.
But their fingers rip apart
And time slows
She cannot go with her mother
"Leave now with your baby, or they both stay"
The pieces of her mother's heart echo as they fall
How can a mother leave a child behind?
But how can a mother deprive a child of life?
Her mother's back disappears into the light.
She cries her last cry
She screams her last scream
She trembles like the walls around her
She burns as the fires besiege
She is alone in her last moments
She is six years old
She is one of the hundreds
She is a Beslan angel.
Poetry by Shas Ramlogan
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Written on 2006-05-29 at 00:46
Tags Death  Pain 
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