CRIMSON TEARS ON UTOYA ISLAND
The children went merrily to their camp, chatting along the way
Picking and choosing friends as they planned their political games
The day was all bright and sunny like a picnic basket filled with goodies
Their excitement and glee did not foretell of the darkness
And danger that was slowly creeping up the hill.
It crested the hill and spilled upon the scene
His unspeakable wrath in
A crimson carpet as far as the eye could see
Taking with it their innocence and glee.
It is said that Norwegians are the happiest ones
But this was perpetrated by one of Norways own,
Spreading his hatred over the land
That until this terrible day had remained untouched
Now only God can restore order again, while the children
Shall remain angels, as they sing and dance together
Waiting for their loved ones to join them
In their new home where the grass is always green
And joy is everlasting.
Dedicated to the lost children of the Norwegian tragedy
July 22, 2011