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I wrote this poem the day I found out about the elementary shooting. God bless all of those children and teacher who now fly in the clouds above.


Submitted:Mar 18, 2013    Reads: 23    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


The sound of mothers weeping,

Is all you could here that friday

The hearts of so many people

broken and torn away

children is what they were

a life is what they still needed

for those things were taken away

by a metal gun that day

Brothers, sisters, aunts, and uncles morn

for the loss of their child

that seemed just born

pain is all they feel

Angels will watch over them

for they are in a safer place now

we will all look up into the sky,

and say a prayer to the children that now fly





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