I sat alone at my desk
Listening to the news
My eyes started to cry
At such terrible tragic news
The news reporter was grim
As he told how many lives were lost
In addition, to hear that they were mostly kids
Left a feeling of empty despair in my chest
How can human fallacies stop us from being happy?
How can tragedy take us back to where we were before?
In chaos and despair, I feel guilty for being so happy in my life
Yet others in this world are not feeling so grand, why must this affect
So many in this world, why must we all suffer because of one person's crime
I stand atop this windblown cliff as I look out into the distant stars
I close my eyes in pray, hoping that those in need can sense my rage
Because that is what we feel, that is what we want to say, but if there is anything
My mother did teach me, it is time to forgive and forget.
I might be able to forgive because I live so far away
However, those who were there that day…may need our love and support
Let us pray so they can get through the rest of the day
©Kaila George 2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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