The streets and playgrounds are empty,
we see no children at play,
no children there?
The whispers, giggles and laughter echo
empty halls with hungry eyes for learning
Teachers teach and kids with mothers and
fathers not to far away knowing themselves
that fear lurks because there are no
Terror has entered the school yard and
hallways of higher learning and children
can be heard sobbing in a blank stare as
a gunman’s insanity haunts the halls
with his guns blazing.
The angels watch in horror and prepare
the children to be before their father as
they perish rushing around wandering
hopelessly looking for shelter and
protection by a teacher who is not there.
The gunman shoots and doesn’t care
who he takes with bullets blasting in
kindergarten classes on the main floor.
There use to be children here and we
adults will feel forevermore the loss,
pain,suffering left as victims from
this madness and insanity of a gunman
barely a man who took these
children away from us this day.
God bless those children who were
lost on a tragic day when God cursed
the devil for sending his madness to
a school to harm the children.
Where have the children gone?
This poet weeps for all the lost children,
teachers and families left to mourn
on such a tragic day.
© Copyright Vincent Moore 2012. All Rights Reserved.