I was in the country when the city skyline fell
And in the city when the gunman stepped out
Imposing his malevolent, brute will
I thought, Dear God, there’s no way this ends well
There’s more blood not yet shed, I’ve little doubt
So many still, so many angry still

Twenty young children in their secondary home
As well as six women who share my calling
Had their futures clipped, eclipsed, made naught
We cried, we played, as Nero mourned his Rome
Their bodies fell, are now forever falling
What god would let them stay uncaught?