Black Day

I don’t know what to say,

All has been said.

Life moves on

As a hundred and forty lie dead.

Unsuspecting,

The tiny little souls,

Removed from this world

By those without remorse.

A gaping wound

In the heart of the world.

Leaving behind

Many hearts to console.

Pray for these children,

For their families and friends.

Pray that the world

Punishes and does justice grant

To the memory of these children

Who left their homes to learn

And enter into Paradise

Instead of return

To the warm hugs and

Loving hearths.

To the family that loved them

Since the day of their birth.

May God envelop them

In His Bountiful Love

and Mercy out of His

Endless treasure trove.