Twenty-six times the bells will chime today
Tragedy lives where apathy is sought
Gazing outside I see no children play
Tears which we shed in a glass are now caught
The tears are now saved and we will have drink
Twenty-six times we have pain to swallow
Tragedy's cup compels fairness to shrink
And fragmented hearts embrace the sorrow
When the cup runs over we start to drown
On the sadness we invited to come
And jewels we place in tragedy's crown
Provide the reason we will mourn for some
As we choke on sorrow with awareness
Ponder the elusiveness of fairness
© Christopher Chronister. All rights reserved
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 3:08 AM UTC
Twenty-six times the bells will chime today
Tragedy lives where apathy is sought
Gazing outside I see no children play
Tears which we shed in a glass are now caught
The tears are now saved and we will have drink
Twenty-six times we have pain to swallow
Tragedy's cup compels fairness to shrink
And fragmented hearts embrace the sorrow
When the cup runs over we start to drown
On the sadness we invited to come
And jewels we place in tragedy's crown
Provide the reason we will mourn for some
As we choke on sorrow with awareness
Ponder the elusiveness of fairness
© Christopher Chronister. All rights reserved
A sonnet written about my feelings after the Newtown shootings.
