Six times six

Once six children died in this place,
Six children born and raised to suffer.
Hunger struck its claim to these lost souls,
Fed on them and bled them everyone.
Six times six falling rose petals blessed the skies,
For six innocent children fated to die.
For six nights the shadows moved like a living tide,
For six nights came prayers from those who still lived.
Broken doors and hollow eyes,
Gaunt and wasted from a thousand years of suffering.
Blackened skin peeled fresh from soft bones,
Veins that pulse with boiling mercury.
Deep in the work house childrens screaming,
Plays a soft requiem, for a dying nation.

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