"Echoes of Beslan" (poem)

It’s been eight years.  Eight years since the massacre of hundreds of hostages, mostly children, trapped in a school building in the town of Beslan. 

Eight years ago the whole world knew that name.  Does the world still remember Beslan?  Will the world remember Newtown eight years from now? 

ECHOES OF BESLAN 

The Earth is shaken,

Images of horror,

The senseless carnage

Dominate the screen,

Death casts a shadow

On the Holy Season,

Mankind is one,

One heart,

One soul,

One pain,

That time will never dull…

But time is singing

Its ancient lullaby, 

And we forget.

How eagerly selective,

How blissfully short-lived

Our memory is.

Succumbing to the steady hum of years,

We let the past lie dormant,

Till pure evil

Attacks once more,

And its distorted features

Surprise us

With a sense of recognition,

And angels weep again,

And we recall.

Live for the Love of it,

The Happy Amateur

I've posted this poem at  http://dversepoets.com/2012/12/18/open-link-night-week-74/