Blame us for these who were cradled and rocked in our chaos; <br />Watching our sidelong watching, fearing our fear; <br />Playing their blind-man's-bluff in our gutted mansions, <br />Their follow-my-leader on a stair that ended in air. <br /> <br /> <br />Submitted by Stephen Fryer<br /><br />Arthur Seymour John Tessimond<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epitaph-for-our-children/
