The Little Ones
I hear their voices echo down the halls
I see their spirits out on the playground
They run their hands along the walls
But none of them can now be found
The were just innocents in this game
Who wonder why such evil would roam
Now the world knows their little name
Viciously taken away from their home
Today our hearts hurt for family at loss
We send prayers and hugs but it’s not enough
To make up for this heinous albatross
This evil that we must learn to rebuff
We come from different places and times
With different views and beliefs too
But surely we can all hate these crimes
And search for something we can do
But for today for these few moments here
We pause to remember little lives lost
To say a prayer, sigh and shed a tear
That these dear little ones paid the cost
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Yes so heinous. So heartbreaking.
Such morose tragedies
breaks a part of me, every time
and it's a part I can never get back
I
can accept, that life
is gonna Fck with us
till it kills us;
it is what it is, there's a cost
to everything born of matter..
but
I beg, can we Please, please
PLEASE
just give our children a chance
PLEASE!!!
Fck each other up
morning till night
and call that, living
I'll take that, square
on the chin..
but this callous, inhumane
desecration
of that innate duty and loyalty
to the children 'We' bring
into the world
must end!
we've got to stop using them
as bullets for our life's, guns
of vengeance or redemption
just let them, find their way
give them a chance
at experiencing, A life
not warped, by our venomous
words and fingers..
ahhhhh
the futility of it all, Just kills me..
Here Here, LB. Oh the carefree days of childhood. And then to have it stolen away…
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