Beslan School

Decked in crimson ribbons fluttering slightly,

bloody wounds spurt here and there

their bodies leaking brightly everywhere

the broken children scream most impolitely.

Not the shot which smacks the back, not dangers,

not the running,  nor three day thirst

not the fear of death, come first;

but shame; being naked in the view of strangers.

See, my child, what is truth and what is error.

School is where one gently learns.

Here the light of wisdom burns.

But now the new curriculum is terror.

The dead are God’s; we have no other choice

they will learn from Him, deep His pity.

They will walk the heavenly city.

But those who live know only horror’s voice.

Music: Russian Contakion