The Beautiful Children

It is the most beautiful children that die

Those no evil has touched

Those who are softer than others

More loving.

It is the most beautiful children that die

Are cradled in dirt instead of in arms

And the light from their eyes

Extinguished.

It is the most beautiful children that die

While hearts are crying

Embittered, rigid

Life deprived.

Undeserved they came

Blessed they went

The most beautiful children

that die.

© Anna Wahlgren