The rolling hills of green,
The mining spoils line the valley,
The children leave for school one last time,
They kiss their Ma´s goodbye.
The news says the spoils have fallen,
The village is drowned by coal,
The sun is shining bright,
On the darkest day of the Welsh valleys.
The school children are killed by the spoils,
116 kids are now in heaven,
Cries of Ma´s and Da´s can be heard all round,
They hid under tables to hide from the hell surrounding them,
But it was not enough.
The brave people of Aberfan fight to keep them alive,
Now they rest in peace,
Forever they will stay in the memories of the valleys.
rest in peace, good write, thanks, I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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A dreadful day,21st October 1966, the day I became an atheist. If you get the chance have a look at my own poem called Aberfan.