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Title: Sandy Hook Author: adelaurier
Faceless, nameless children, innocent and pure Bright colors, crayons, playgrounds Their imaginary worlds are sure Teachers, mothers, fathers Strong shields for every day Formerly a metaphor Now literally portrayed Sacrificial love to save a life Gunshots ring in little ears Parents wait nearby with slow report Drowning in their tears Beauty of life destroyed before beginning Who knows their names? We know his. Josephine, Ana, and James Just a few from the list of twenty-six All too ripe to know the cause Those left are wrought with devastation He didn’t even think to pause Now we search in vain for a solution Firearms for teachers or dismiss them altogether? Friends of victims long for retribution Lawless murderers reject authority We question how to get the point across It’s not about the guns, but about heart and head His mind is the criminal while a gun caused the loss Let us not blame weapons We need to find the root Either chemical imbalance or scarring tragedy long past Maybe some part of life he cannot compute Take the gun or heal the mind? Comments on "Sandy Hook"
Posted by hbrewer333 on April 12, 2013
It's really cool that you portrayed an event like this through poetry, I like how it's done a lot! |
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