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Winter respite, Desert landscape, Innocent Street erupts in horror. Beautiful day Dashed upon the rocks And six o-clock news. Politico’s bandy, And mothers cry, And all of America Wonders why. Random Gat, Senseless, Flat, Six more innocents Added to the list, Scarring the crowds That the bullets missed. Justice shall come, But somewhat late, For injustices sealed this shooters fate. The perpetrators in their unleashing, Are lashing out Against the perpetrations laid upon them. Lacking skills to properly cope, Leading to violence, instead of hope. The whys shall be uttered for a few more weeks, But sadly again, We shall fall to sleep. Praying that the night mare Dare not visit again
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Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 4:03 PM UTC
Tucson’s Lament
Winter respite, Desert landscape, Innocent Street erupts in horror. Beautiful day Dashed upon the rocks And six o-clock news. Politico’s bandy, And mothers cry, And all of America Wonders why. Random Gat, Senseless, Flat, Six more innocents Added to the list, Scarring the crowds That the bullets missed. Justice shall come, But somewhat late, For injustices sealed this shooters fate. The perpetrators in their unleashing, Are lashing out Against the perpetrations laid upon them. Lacking skills to properly cope, Leading to violence, instead of hope. The whys shall be uttered for a few more weeks, But sadly again, We shall fall to sleep. Praying that the night mare Dare not visit again
Politico’s bandy, And mothers cry, And all of America Wonders why.
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william-b-burkholder
American
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 4:03 PM UTC
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