(1950 / )


Tears wide as oceans, will not dilute the blood
Nor salt the wound, of heart-broken parents
Those bullets lodged, too deep in the marrow
Of suffering.

From a stable, devoid of manger hay
No star tonight, lights an innkeeper's room
For the children, bared of soul, cold as stone
Lost their laughter.

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Very moving and poignant - a tragedy indeed.