Saturday 5 June 2021

I Hear the Children Weep

by Nick Gisburne

My blistered fingers scratch and scrape the wall
They dig to reach that evil, other place
The children, trapped beyond it, cry and call
I somehow feel the fear on every face
I tunnel deeper, closer, almost there
Unfaltering, impossible to stop
My skin is slick with sweat, but still I swear
The wall will crumble long before I drop
They sealed them all, so many years ago
A hundred helpless orphans, left to die
They thought that no one else would ever know
Forgetting there were heroes, such as I
    And even when the doctors make me sleep
    Behind the wall I hear the children weep