A Hail of Lead
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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?
Copyright © Barbara Peckham | Year Posted 2021
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