A New Newtown

The innocent souls. The little angels flown away. The dedicated. Perished.  

Agonising. Touching. Demanding answers. A town held in the grip of
 unfathomable mourning. A world shell-shocked. What next?

Some serious soul-searching .A  real newness . Country. Community.
Newtown, there has to be new paradigm  shift.   There has to
be a new beginning . A dawn of non-violence. An end to a cycle
of mass shooting tragedies. A new chapter. A secure future.
 
The sights, the sounds, the terror, the grief. Should people live
in fear? Feel helpless , weightless and exposed? No. Innocent deaths 
of 28 people that touched the hearts of  many across the world
because  we are all the citizens of this world.  We therefore demand a 
world that is safe, habitable , just and peaceful.  A world in which the
sanctity of life is of paramount importance.  Let us contain the emotions
and find lasting solutions . 

Let us find solace in that it is possible to arrest the situation.  A newness 
of love, security and peace must be collectively and individually ushered in. 
Though you walk through the valley of the shadow of death you WILL not 
fear no evil. Death you have been defeated. 


To the parents, teachers, schoolchildren, the community, and the
country, the world mourns with you.  It shares your grief. Be strong. 
Be comforted.  Our  hearts are with you. We offer our  prayers.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Sietesantos Avatar
October 21, 2014 at 1:15 PM
Yes, my friend, situations such as these are such tragedies! So many people wantonly killed - the teror - the grief! Shocking, shocking, shocking! I agree with you that "A newness of love, security and peace must be collectively and individually ushered in." All the best. Pandita
Mister Roboto Avatar
August 1, 2014 at 12:21 PM
As a journalist who's docked over 400 hours on Newtown, I am astonished there are still so many unanswered questions with this case. The most intriquing parent of the "lost" is no doubt Robbie Parker. I don't understand how he could not shed a tear for any of the interviews he did for the press. In fact, I have yet to see one tear shed by any of the parents. I know the nation shed many tears. I have an 11 yr old. If it were him in that school, I would have been bawling. PLZ.google Robbie parker.
Sibanda Avatar
October 21, 2014 at 2:37 PM
That`s astonishing . Thank you for your visit, JSLambert. Much appreciated.
Bateson Avatar
April 19, 2013 at 10:45 AM
So moving and sad. Lovely and heart felt.
Kendrick Avatar
April 7, 2013 at 6:17 PM
A work in remembrance of the children who died at the hands of one who at one time in his life was taunted and unloved..Sad that it happened..If only.....Thanks for stopping by..Sara
Lamoureux Avatar
January 27, 2013 at 9:42 PM
Very touching write. Thanks for writing.
Dietrich Avatar
January 18, 2013 at 12:04 AM
Remembering this awesome one you wrote for the vigil and also here to say congrats on the win!
Sibanda Avatar
January 18, 2013 at 4:39 AM
Thank you. Good day!
A   Avatar
January 8, 2013 at 2:33 PM
NDABA, stopping by to say hi and read your winning poem in the "" poetry soup VIGIL"'' contest by my sister Sidney... a nice and heartfelt poem to read. have yourself a good day. always & forever ~LINDA
Sibanda Avatar
January 9, 2013 at 4:53 PM
PD, hello. Thanks , check out this piece and other sizzling poems in my upcoming anthology "THE DEAD MUST BE SOBBING". I will keep you posted!
Ovidiu-Claudiu Avatar
January 7, 2013 at 2:33 AM
So touching , written with artistic skills.
Sibanda Avatar
January 7, 2013 at 4:18 AM
Thank you.
Horne Avatar
January 2, 2013 at 12:21 PM
very touching write - congrats on your wins, my friend
Sibanda Avatar
January 3, 2013 at 6:26 AM
Thank you.
A   Avatar
January 1, 2013 at 1:23 PM
Ndaba, , making an appearance on the soup today. Only 2 wish you this coming year to be a glorious one in which rewards all your future poetry with success. I love the time I took out of the first day of the year. 1-1-2013* :-) Just to wish you the best of 2013. Take care my dear poet friend. also congratulations with your winning poem...LInda
Sibanda Avatar
January 1, 2013 at 2:15 PM
Thanks for stopping by...great to hear from you. Linda, have a truly blessed year!
A  Avatar
December 29, 2012 at 7:25 PM
ndada, congrats with the warmness and compassion from your pen~SKAT
Sibanda Avatar
December 30, 2012 at 3:41 PM
You are welcome. Thanks.
Dietrich Avatar
December 23, 2012 at 10:14 AM
yes, there has to be a new beginning. I pray it will be so. I was inspired by Obama's speech and I hope God will be with him as he tries to curtail the use of assualt weapons in our country but he has a tough battle ahead of him with the NRA so strong. And of course, in the end, it comes down to the morality of our society. This was very good.
Sibanda Avatar
December 24, 2012 at 12:15 AM
Someone once said, "A loose cannon is someone that runs around causing havoc, with noone able to stop them". l agree with you that the bolts should be tightened on the use of assault weapons . In any given society in general one finds some people who, for no clear or sensible reason suddenly become loose cannons. This then begs for decisive and effective actions around morality, regulations etc. Happy holidays to you and your family!
Sibanda Avatar
December 22, 2012 at 8:55 AM
Thank you ,Lisa Cooper. We are in this together. l have just read Mortals bleed, and l feel it is a very poignant dedication. l think what is more central, at the end of the day, is that both poems are for a good cause.
Cooper Avatar
December 22, 2012 at 6:18 AM
wow what a coincidence, I as well wrote a dedication to the shooting. Mine is called Mortals bleed. I think yours is much better.
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