They will not return to those
who loved them, their lives they
gave; but the one who fired the
deadly shots and left them to die
will not have honor when they lay
in their coward’s grave.
The dead will not return to those
who loved them, so callously slain;
but the one who crossed boundaries
caused a void in many lives that will
never be the same.
Will there be angry for the hour, who
can promise amends, calm fears, who
will pay for this tragedy while those
left behind faces the world through
their tears.
The death of the offender cannot repay,
in arrogance they slew, their good deeds
in life will not be remembered and their
death remembered by few.
©2013.annjohnsonmurphree
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wonderful poem, scary words, our world…is not ours anymore?
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We live in a harsh, cruel world!
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Reminds how I disgust when a now freed criminal proclaims he has paid his debt to society. No – I think. You served your time. The victim can never be not the victim.
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