Bullets came calling for Christmas
Children they cried out in fear
Classrooms no longer for teaching
Gunfire is all that they hear
Teachers huddle to protect their flock
In reassuring whispers they speak
Don't be afraid, the good men will come
To protect the young and the weak
Rivers of parents tears now flow
They search for the reasons why
Their little angels were taken away
Asking, why did they have to die
How many tragedies must unfold
Before America finally awakes
Laws on guns now must be changed
Or more angels will pay for their mistakes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great stumble-upon. There is something of pathos about the victimization of the young and weak. This poem raised some goose bumps on me. Good one.