The Catastrophe Of Connecticut Poem by Binu Mathew

An insane, sad, sullen and serious, stormed,
Sandy Hook, caught by an evil spirit, armed,
With multiple rifles and went on rampage,
Slaughtering a score of angels to subside his rage.


The morning catastrophe at Connecticut,
Has left in our hearts eventually, a deep cut.
Speechless and devastated the mass stood,
On the soil of Sandy Hook, soaked in blood.


Dark clouds hovered in the sky leaving shadows,
Of death over the Newtown's idyllic meadows.
The people, heavy with hurt, shocked in grief,
Walked in the valley of despair in disbelief.


The angels in heaven cheered and began singing,
At the Lord's garden on Michael proclaiming,
The advent of twenty new angels like hailing,
From the sky to freshen the flowers blooming.


The media began the usual game; analysis, questions,
And doubts about the shooter's motives with comments,
But failed to focus on the root; the spiritual desolation,
Family relationships and moral values in disintegration.


Oh lawmakers, look at layers of frustration,
And not just the immediate provocation.
Discuss in detail the cause that spurred the act,
Find an eternal solution than just emotionally react.


Dear President, do justice to the tears, you shed,
And protect your land from further bloodshed.
Be brave before the bloodsucking Big Shots,
To save the little ones from further bullet shots.


Cradle not he corporate creed of the pro gun,
Lobby, nor bear their bags like a beast of burden.
Arm not the teachers, as they argue to further,
Avoid bloodshed in classrooms in future.


Amend the laws and issue a stringent decree,
To save your subjects from such a shooting spree.
As the Lord never gives the horse, horns
Give not the young chaps, any fire arms.


Dear parents! Spend the nights at home and dine,
Than falling in pubs at Bacchus's feet with wine.
Lock not your kids with video games in chat room,
Where the evil will befriend them to groom.


Devils dive in to dupe the kids in darkness,
When the parents in taverns loose the harness.
The little ones, like cave lizards listen not a lot,
But hawk- eyed to look around and learn a lot.


When the Holy See, with no crook sinks in murky water,
The sheep jumps off the fold, wander without a master,
And follow the herd, like the rats lured by the Pied Piper,
Just to return to wreak havoc with minds freak and hyper.


Neither NASA mission nor the Iron Dome can ever halt,
Such dreadful disasters, when the parents are at fault.
Focus on earth with a family strengthening mission,
And disarm the demons daring the world with no vision.