Tread softly, brothers and sisters, <br /> For here slumber the slaughtered children of Darfur. <br />This little one clasps her hands, as if still praying to her God. <br /> Nearby rest their butchered mothers and fathers. <br /> May good angels cover them all softly with sod.<br /><br />Mary Naylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/requiescant-in-pace-an-epitaph/
