There's nothing so dear
As when you hold your baby near.
So keep it near and remember
That any month can be December.
Innocence lost can not be regained
When blood has left schools stained.
Why must our babies have to pay
So selfish few have their deadly way?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A parent's lament... and worst nightmare. I have no answer but I join you in your quest for understanding.