The Children Are Asleep
They say, ‘Hush! Be silent now, the children are asleep’
But I can hear their ghostly laughs, from the ones who dare to peep,
Beneath the angels halo, they rest in slumber deep.
Walking hand in hand with mommy, I looked up at the heap
Of blackened sludge and slurry piled on the mountain steep
She said, ‘Hush, be silent now, there’s people still asleep.’
Not a bird would sing that morning, not an insect chanced to creep
As into school we marched, each child still half asleep,
For shortly we’d been woken from our peaceful slumber deep.
Upon my classroom window, I watched the raindrops seep
But there was a shadow on the mountain. The grimmer come to reap
He said, ‘Hush. Be silent now, you soon shall be asleep.’
The men that put the coal there, had said it would be cheap
But their greed has caused the blood shed, the cries, the screams, the weeps.
Beneath the blackened slurry, little bodies buried deep.
Today would be my birthday, though I lie in ageless sleep,
Still my daddy brings me flowers, but my teddy bear he keeps.
He says, ‘Hush! Be silent now, my Princess, you’re asleep
Beneath the angels halo, you are safe in slumber deep’.