Massacre at Dunblane
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Massacre at Dunblane
https://www.tes.com/magazine/archive/massacre-dunblane
Deep in a filing drawer, and always dark,
Between Dumbarton and Duncombie school
Its story folded in a paper shroud
Whose trees once drank the air
and roots once clasped the earth,
Forever printed on the mind
Now lies Dunblane.
Between the classroom tales
Of nineteen sixty-eight and eighty-two
Those files of text now silently recount
That brief memory of sixteen lives,
Their laughter and their games.
They were Dunblane’s children.
Let us not forget their names.
The cuttings tell of horror and of pain, The violent deaths by gunfire
Of these infants and their teacher
In black and white recorded here
The blood, the screams the sudden hush ...
Oh they were Dunblane’s children:
Let us not forget their names.
Wrapped in reporters’ words
The unbelief, the parents’ woe.
Oh why such hate?
The questions without answer come
From burning need to know.
For they were all our children.
Let us not forget their names.
We will remember Mrs Mayor,
So wickedly to silence sent,
Who died so bravely there.
And twelve who lived and suffer still
The nightmare horror and the pain.
They, too, are Dunblane’s children.
Let us not forget their names.
An archive of a nation’s grief,
These fragile papers handle now with care.
Though we forget the front page lines
We will remember sixteen faces
So bright in life so white with death
Forever in their classroom places.
We will remember you Dunblane.
Though they were Dunblane’s children,
They were all our children.
So let us not forget their names.
Virginia Purchon is a former teacher and now a librarian at The TES. Part of her job involves filing newspaper cuttings.
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