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
