Parkland

It started out like any other, Sun warming children’s faces As they walked into their day A day of hearts & chocolates and BIG teddy bears Celebrating love like teenagers do Or not? Mid-day turns as sun becomes its brightest Kids sighing relief as their ‘work’ day inches towards its end Hump day, Wednesday, week almost over One day closer to their future, Or not? Bells ringing, Shots ringing, Cell phones ringing, Or not? The heaviness of it all, Impossible to carry, The world weeps with victims As dirt becomes soaked with tears and blood. Blood of our most innocent Blood of lives not yet lived Tears of those that must live on. Tomorrow is another day, Or not.