There is a scar upon the land,
a mutilation caused by fear,
sorrow dwells in the heart of
mothers and fathers, teachers,
society, the turmoil within the
minds of children rages, a storm
rising from the unknown; robbing
them of their childhood.
Slowly a wailing wind pulls innocent
souls away from the aching hearts
left behind, lost forever, a sorrowful
fog settles upon the land; it is grief.
When will the carnage stop, the
guiltless have no place to flee, the
troubled die, storms out of control;
those left behind clutch together in
a vigil of mourning.
God must be weeping…