The Children Of Beslan

Black September, sad day Three of September;
Terrorists had made children of hostages per three days,
And later had eliminated, children, women,
Professors Without mercy some…
Just over the negror of the sky;

People blew up, rolled themselves in air burning,
As they were strings in decomposition…
Children died, mothers died, turned dust,
On the tears of pain people.
And the terrorists gave laugh, pain were not with them…
Nor water gave hostages to drink them...

'' Drink the piss '' They said;

The children of Beslan drank pain…
And in Russia was alone sadness,
Never more in Beslan will exist joy…
It finished arriving money of Moscow for the victims…
As if money paid for the loss of lives human beings!