Another picture shows a childless mother
grasping her heart, all she has to grab
Grieving her lost son.
I cry with her.
I don't even know them,
But I cry
It hurts me
The killing
The pain
The loss
The guns
The blood
It all tears me apart.
My mind is filled with sorrowful,
"What if's"
What if the child was me?
What if it was my child?
What if I Saw this in real life?
What if the killer was me?
--I tremble--
How could someone be so angry
and do such a hideous thing?
A killer- killer of breath
A Thief- thief of life
A monster- monster of hate
A failure- Failure of life
Tears on the outside,
and they flow like rivers within
I don't understand
And I cry,
I cry for the children
