My Little One

The little hands were still clutching the grills
Tears welled up in my eyes,
as I looked at my child
the black charred body, of my sweet little baby
It numbed my soul, down the spine went chills!
She must have wailed and howled, cried aloud
she must have pleaded with the teachers, for some fresh air
As the flames and smoke, engulfed my little one
she must have cried for me, thru her panic and scare
The so called mentors and guides,
how could they do this, the uncaring beastly ones, fled ,
leaving our babies wailing howling and crying to be let out,
how inhuman, how selfish
My dear child, black and charred,
clinging to the grill
I can hear you calling for me,
your voice shrill,
oh how I loved you,
how much I had dreamt for you dear one
I can hear your screams, they echo in my ears
I can see you now clinging to the gate...
But my dear...I’m so late...so late