There's a line in heaven today
Each child holding hands the teacher way
Saint Peter has made his list
And with each one he passes with a kiss
It's hard for the Saints not to cry
As each child through the gates passes by
And there are tears shed by all this day
For the innocents lost by a gun today
And as the gates are closed at line's end
The children gather with love we send
For today we weep for the lost
And wonder again at the cost.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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