Place of learning,
where young minds are turning.
Not somewhere that gunpowder
should be burning.
Where minds are firing,
should never be where
bullets are flying.
Smiles replaced by cries.
Crumpled bodies as innocence dies.
Confetti of red stained paper flies.
Barely know they are born,
school blazer,
bloodied and torn.
When will they learn?
The lessons are being missed,
truant minds persist
with the cry that guns
must be the answer.
Where is the force for good?
When guns rule the states
and young hearts are so filled with hate.
Anguish and agony at the school gate.
Parents worst nightmares
become a new reality.
A nation built on tragedy.
A mindless shooting spree.
When will they learn?
This tragic insanity
keeps on repeating
but the war drums keep on beating.
Thoughts and prayers,
tears as useful as yesterday's air.
Won't repair, won't replace
won't bring peace.
When will the violence cease?
United States.
Divided state of emergency.
Guns more precious
than a child's life.
When will they learn?
When will they learn?
Tragedy should bring change.
A school is not a shooting range.
should never hear those haunting sounds
echoing around the school grounds.
Wails and cries
punctuated by rifle fire.
The sounds of war.
Then as silence falls
a tear drops to the floor.
Where is the outrage?
Have we become too desensitised
to the lists of names on a page?
It's the new normal.
Thanks for reading
please check out my new book "In Shadows"
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