Breathless, these words spill from
Places scarred by the echoes
Of the gunshots that took
So many lives.

Why did you do it?
Does the sunlight fall
Across those halls
Differently than it did before?
Why did you do it?
Cold hard guns gripped in
Fingers that didn't feel
Or hands that couldn't bear
The weight of the bullets' wounds.
Why did you do it?
Hearts that don't beat
For humanity, or
Compassion, or
Even decency.
Why did you do it?
May the insides of
Your eyelids always
Carry the imprint
of your crimes.

Horrendous gunmen.