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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: 14    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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