Message To the Shooter

Life had done you wrong Had taken away your song You felt you didn’t belong But why couldn’t you be strong? You went on a shooting craze Left behind a bloody maze And little children in a daze Did you think you’d get praise? You had demons in your mind So an outlet you had to find Vented on children who are kind Did self-loathing make you blind? In the end you took your life Left parents with nightmares rife And pain twisting like a knife Will there be no end to this strife? Little children are now dead Who will never be tucked in bed Little classmates filled with dread Couldn’t you kill your demon instead? Your pain wouldn’t go away So you made the innocent pay Now the horror is here to stay When you meet God, what will you say?