Why
Twenty brand new angels
arrived just yesterday.
Frightened and confused
they only wished to stay
with parents now left empty,
and shattered beyond belief.
Their babies’ precious little lives
stolen by a spineless thief
with evil in his heart,
and killing on his mind.
Dear God where are you now?
It’s getting hard to find
a reason for the carnage,
and the acts of the insane.
Can we still find eternal love
surrounded by such pain?
Now twenty brand new angels
who only yesterday did die,
and with them, too, the innocence.
Why, dear God, why?
for the Sandy Hook children. RIP.
Copyright © James Nichols | Year Posted 2012
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