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,
