Why did a child have to die?
The night the lights went out?
Why wasn't there a lock placed on that box?
So a child's curiosity, would have been locked out!
The lights went out
and didn't know the reason why.
Then sounds of ambulances
and fire trucks, police sirens
and lights flashing in darkened sky.
Then seeing a small chard body taken away
all burnt, and blackened from the heat.
Smell of flesh one could never forget
this little childs burn of meat.
Dear God what is this child's death to show me?
Why wasn't it something else to be?
Why Dear God did you have my heart
feel what now my eyes have seen?
The night the lights went out
will always in my mind remain.
Another Holiday's senseless loss of life
and all are now filled with its deepest shame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem