Littleton
People live,
and people die.
We're all human,
so why do innocent the fry?
Innocent people die,
day after day.
While the killers run loose,
and inside we pray.
We're even afraid,
to go to school.
Cause of all the killings,
and the kids that duel.
We are taught to be kind,
and to tell the truth.
But no-one believes us,
unless we have proof.
What reasons do they have,
to just go and kill?
They're people too,
who love and feel.
There must have been something,
in their lives to go wrong.
Cause the Trenchcoat Mafia,
wasn't a movie or song.
How long can we take this,
how much blood will be shed?
Think of all the hate in them,
and the words that were said.
What about all of,
the poor lost souls?
Their family's lives,
will never be whole.
Adults must stop and listen,
to the childrens plea.
Stop these mass killings,
so we're not scared to run free.
We don’t want to hide,
we don't want to run.
Now let us pray a moment,
for the lost souls of Littleton.
DEDICATED TO: The people that died in the Littleton Massacre and their families.
Written: April 30, 1999
Copyright © Angela Tawney-Nicholas | Year Posted 2020
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