Sense Sonnet - Acher

Befall

It was called the fall of Saigon,
When Uncle Sam withdrew support.
I watched from the bus that I was on.
One of the last for the airport.
A man ran alongside the bus,
Holding a baby in one arm;
Pleading with those he saw of us
To take his child away from harm.
The bus began to pick up speed.
My arms reached out; the man then smiled,
And ran the faster to succeed.
But he stumbled and dropped his child.

Ever I'll hear that babe's last squeal,
Then crushed beneath the bus'es wheel.