A landmass discovered in 1492,
A country established for me and you,
Now cover darkness with scenery,
Plastered “purple mountain majesties”.
O’ beautiful for spacious skies,
Gun violence conducts the children’s cry,
For amber waves of grain,
Nothing ceases the infinite pain.
America, America,
Hear our roaring plea,
America, I ask America,
For a great change to see.
Remember Lady Liberty,
Who stands to represent prosperity,
“I lift my lamp beside the golden door”,
Except today light shines no more.
What caused Eric and Dylan to hold the gun
What induced Nickolas Cruz to shoot then run
There should’ve been a stop since the days this begun
Now Adam Lanza pulled the trigger and then there was none.
America, America,
Lets initiate this peace treaty
America, now I ask America,
When are we really free?
Categories:
lanza, 10th grade, corruption, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Have you thought about the music to send you on your way
If they played you Bach not Beethoven would there be hell to pay
I had to make the difficult choices when my father died
Mario Lanza ‘I’ll walk with God’ – oh how my mother cried
The Lithuanian National Anthem, of his heritage dad was proud
I can still picture him proudly singing it; he always sang it loud
Gaudeamus Igitur was another favourite song of dad’s
He would sing it regularly when he had a beer with the lads
Maybe its time now for you all to think ahead
For it will be too late when you are already dead
So think about the songs that you would choose
Do it while you are still here – you have nothing to lose!
16th August 2015
Categories:
lanza, music,
Form: Couplet
These little children skipped to school
Cos xmas time was near
The excitement was getting too much for them
True young hearts without any fear
Then along came Adam Lanza......
Guns at the ready , ready to kill
The adults did all they could
To stop this unholy thing.
Teachers tried to shield the pupils
To stop them being killed
Some died in the attempt
Their bodies bullet riddled
The why's and wherefores
For this act, might never be unfold
The gunman died, he was the one
Whose story could be told-
The numbers reach two score and seven
Totally not acceptable
That such a person has a licence
For it to be permissible
Gun laws wont help these tragic children
Angels in heaven they are now
Watching over their loved ones
Kissing their furrowed brow.
Categories:
lanza, loss,
Form: Light Verse
December 14, 2012
Little pink coat, Mommy holding
little pink hand, the firehouse
must have seemed a marathon away,
the longest run of their lives.
Skedaddle little pink coat,
miniature uggs flopping,
one size up so they’ll
fit next year.
Nametags sewn in elfin collars,
forever suspended mitten-
sleeved jackets
in a Sandy Hook cupboard.
Good morning Ms. Davino,
Good morning, Mrs. Hochsprung,
Good morning, Mrs. Murphy,
Good morning, Ms. Rousseau,
Good morning, Mrs. Sherlach,
Good morning, Ms. Soto.
Who knew you’d be so brave?
I remember my first grade teacher,
when the hallways were safe
and nuclear attack seemed so remote.
Mrs. Lanza, did Adam
say good morning, Mom,
or just get down to
business?
We are all so sorry.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
December 18, 2012
These shootings occurred in my hometown.
Categories:
lanza, death, people,
Form: Free verse
Lanza Del Relampago,
Feel from the sky on the wings of a crow.
Desiccating the dismayed spring,
And Illuminating.
Me on my cheerless lies,
And darkened eyes.
For evermore it is overlapping in crimson tears,
With an un-blissful joy that no one can bear.
For feelings left unsaid,
Is a sin that no mortal should thread.
Categories:
lanza, life
Form: Rhyme