Written after the massacre at Sandy Hook.
Blood can be bleached From the weeping floors. Broken glass replaced In the gaping doors. But today in a school Where children played Innocence was lost - Mourning came to stay! At a school near a wood Wails for children dead, For teachers gunned down In a hail of lead. When will we learn? And what will it take? How many need die Before we awake To the fact that guns Are for killing?
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