Note: The Beslan school hostage crisis shocked the world in September 2004, when over 777 children were taken hostage and 186 of them killed by extremists. This horrific incident hurt me to the core. One can’t begin to imagine the painful last moments of the children and the grief their parents still experience today. Coincidentally, this year marks the tenth anniversary of this tragedy. These were my thoughts ten years ago…
A BESLAN SUMMER
Summer-fresh seas of sunny corn, crested by trails of a foamy white,
that a rattling train leaves in its wake.
Luscious greens sway in the gusts, enticing the blue out of the vast azure
as vagabond clouds gape with curiosity.
A balmy air blows in from the hillocks, looking for those audacious flowers
who will soak shamelessly in their fragrances.
Summer is here in Beslan- once again, paling an envious Spring
into a faint memory.
Was it summer in Hamlin town then, when a swarthy stranger in checkered dress
guided the flute to a pair of pale lips, to play a fatal-sweet melody?
A lilting strain that charmed and snuffed out the laughter of children forever in Hamlin town?
But what evil Piper played on his death-flute that dawn in Beslan town,
that charmed out the children from their homes and hearths?
that made them come in joy-like waves, and walk towards the strains that none else heard?
that lulled them into a forever slumber?
Hamlin and Beslan- twin towns of sorrow,
Far apart in time and yet, so close in grief…