Such
Pain
And loss
Potentially
Great hearts
Brilliant minds
Lost to this world
Far before their prime
My belly bleeds in sympathy
I feel as though punched in the gut
All my breath
Taken away by these
Horrendous actions of violence
Done to others far away and unknown to
Me, and mine but still so surreal, so so filthy,
And tainted by the lifeblood of the innocents and I
Can't help but
Cry for all those little ones
Murdered in cold blood, by a
Madman with a shotgun, but not at
All the hilarious kind the kind of madman who
Kills his own mother and so many little ones not yet even
Eleven, and many younger than that. Twenty seven human beings
Lost from this earth,
And yet another
Crazy lunatic set to
rest with his shotgun