Twenty and six came in to work and play
Twenty and six all with joy and with love
Twenty and six now look on from above
Because twenty and six went home that day
Deafening gunfire in a place of peace
While seven heroes fought to stop the spread
Of the pitch black omen of death and dread
But, on that day no light could darkness cease
No answers be found by king or by priest
Not one can utter an answer to why
Heroes and children were allowed to die
But, this we can be assured at the least
Twenty and six who loved their work and play
They all play together at home today
((December 18th,2012))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem