It was cold cold December when
a human heart ceased to love
but filled it with hate and evil,
when lovely innocent angels
at 6 to 7 years old shamed
his own aimless, cold and mad life.
These 20 children in classrooms
confronted him with the truth
of his aimless wandering and
the only way he could accept
himself was to hide himself in his
version of power, his deadly guns.
He marched into 2 classrooms
like a wicked soldier of war,
aiming only to get rid of those who are
heavenly to his sight in contrast
to the hellish state of his own life.
With his deadly weapons, he massacred
the sweet angels and their guardians
and shattered the hearts of parents,
friends, grandparents and communities
and all around the globe, wherever
this news of the massacre has been known,
people continue to shed their tears of pain.
Heartache that will never cease for family and friends that lost those little angels, so well written here, a very difficult event to write about, yet a great tribute.
It was a very tragic event which moved my heart to write these lines. After that horror, many more cases followed which broke my heart. I really hope USA has the teeth to enforce laws against gun violence and the easy way to acquire guns.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an unfortunate day it was evil men coming out of the woodworks, a great write and tribute
Thanks for your positive response.