Dunblane (March 1996) The Massacre Of The Innocents - Poem by John Murphy
Many a fortune has been made.
By traders selling guns.
These are the one's who should have died.
Not little innocent daughter's and son's
Words can't express the suffering.
Of their parent's broken hearts.
And never again should there ever be.
Gun clubs for aristocrats.
Those millionaires who don't command.
A true and honest eye.
Whose galleries are usually crammed.
With rogues who cheat and lie.
Politicians these men should never be.
As they are crooked fools.
To give a man the lawless key.
where murder insanely rules.
Time won't ever heal the pain.
Of hearts which have been broken.
Or the sadness felt throughout Dunblane.
For little children and teacher in heaven.
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