What greater grief
Anguish and despair
Than loss of precious children?
Weeks of heavy rain
Drenched mountainous coal-tip
Creating slurry of Black Death.
Ominous, forbidding, destroyer
Lurking hidden above the town
Threatening unwary primary school.
Children sitting at desks
Teachers supervising innocence
Minutes pass with lessons soon to end.
Avalanche of slurry gushes down
Black wave engulfing the school
Crushing, suffocating and burying.
There is a press picture - - soul searing
Policeman, helmet missing, covered in dust
Carrying dead child from the ruins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem