tradegy in molise

TRADEGY IN MOLISE.

late Thursday morning in October,
those joyful children were at school,
a small picturesque village in central Italy,
unknown to many, to them fate was so cruel.

This is the day the ground decided to quake,
The windows in the houses clattered,
The sound of falling debris out roared the screams of the
distressed,
And this is what left San Giuliano and Italy shattered?

The happy sanctuary that was a school,
Which was where our next generation was taught,
Now frightened children climbed under their desks,
Afraid and hoping not to be caught,
By the falling rubble and dust so choking,
Which was once their proud school,
The teachers tried in vain to keep the calm,
But in ten seconds what can you do?

After the dust had settled and the noise subsided,
The terrorised screams began,
The news of the school spread like wildfire,
And all the worried mothers, they ran,
Towards the pile of rubble and dust,
Where once stood the towns school,
Now those who arrived quickest, clawed with their hands,
Desperate to reach loved ones below, using the simplest of tools.

The hours past, day turned to night 33 babies extracted,
Battered and bruised then hugged and kissed by mothers,
Then came out Angelo, 'twas four in the morning,
Fate dedicated, there was not to be others.

The firemen and helpers tried to save all souls,
They are now saddened with the 22 children lost,
San Giuliano is now in ruins and out of the news,
Now the lonely towns folk count their cost