The Dead Children
written by: Diana Burns
The world turn their faces
From now empty spaces
Where laughter once sounded
And babies weren’t hounded.
The Dead Children
I too want to turn away
Unsee them where they lay
But we owe them more than
Was ordered by one man.
The Dead Children
We owe them wailing and sorrow and mourning
Sack cloth and ashes we should be adorning
We owe them justice and vengeance and quid pro quo
Solace and comfort and room for their woe.
The Dead Children
Their blood cries for reckoning
It screams in its beckoning…
The Dead Children
Diana is from South Africa and currently works as an English teacher and course creator. She feels that it keeps her connected to her love of the English language, and words in all their beauty. She has been writing poetry since the first grade and also worked as a journalist for a few years when she was in her twenties.
Latest posts by Diana Burns (see all)
- The Dead Children - February 6, 2026
- Somewhere, Another Child Dies - August 14, 2025
- The Night My Daughter Never Came Home - June 1, 2024
