Message To the Shooter
Life had done you wrong
Had taken away your song
You felt you didn’t belong
But why couldn’t you be strong?
You went on a shooting craze
Left behind a bloody maze
And little children in a daze
Did you think you’d get praise?
You had demons in your mind
So an outlet you had to find
Vented on children who are kind
Did self-loathing make you blind?
In the end you took your life
Left parents with nightmares rife
And pain twisting like a knife
Will there be no end to this strife?
Little children are now dead
Who will never be tucked in bed
Little classmates filled with dread
Couldn’t you kill your demon instead?
Your pain wouldn’t go away
So you made the innocent pay
Now the horror is here to stay
When you meet God, what will you say?