Requiescant In Pace (An Epitaph)
Poem by Mary Naylor
Tread softly, brothers and sisters,
For here slumber the slaughtered children of Darfur.
This little one clasps her hands, as if still praying to her God.
Nearby rest their butchered mothers and fathers.
May good angels cover them all softly with sod.
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