Final Lessons
Blood, arms and shoes strewn everywhere.
22 lives just swept away,
on a normal fourth grade day.
A place to teach,
no one would dare.
Battle cries
released from hell,
as heaven’s angels
quickly fell,
to catch young spirit’s innocence
in slaughter foul that made no sense.
Lifting them to waiting arms
in which God’s love
defied all harm.
5/26/2022
Flight Two' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2022
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