Thirty-three miners stuck in earth,

The ground had fallen down.

The men trapped in the mines were scared,

For they were underground.

Above land, the crane had fallen.

The crash had spread much woe,

For no one knew the miners fate,

Those poor souls trapped below.

Miners began to realize,

And the truth brought dismay.

“O how will we live underground,

In the Mines of Chile?”

After the first shock was over,

Someone had to take lead.

Else the survivors go insane,

And chaos then would feed.

The leader of the bunch was new,

Had about two months pay,

He seemed to know what they must do,

In the mines of Chile.

Schedules were made for sanity,

Night and day, Dark and light.

People need such trivial things,

Lest sanity take flight.

“Now this is what we’ll do,” he said.

“We’ll all kneel down and pray.

“This is what we will do for life,

In the mines of Chile.”

A rescue plan had been thought up,

One bright and early day.

Man had begun to start their dig

To the mines of Chile.

The plan was working, drilling down.

At last, a passage formed.

One by one, the miners rose. Till

People no longer mourned.

A nation’s pride swelled up that day,

What else had they to say?

And all the lands began to cry:

“Chi! Chi! Chi! Le! Le! Le!”