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Sep 2010
I heard the news this morning,
And tears fell from my eyes,
For someone still was missing,
I had to cry and cry.

Was on their way to school,
A usual path they took,
That monsters were a roaming,
In every bush and nook.

So little unsuspecting,
They skipped along with glee,
Looked forward to the morning,
But the innocent could not see.

He eyed them with the devil,
His plan was blackened with hate,
That little ones weren't seeing,
Until it was too late.

No rescue team came running,
No angel stopped the pain,
How do we help the innocent,
When others are insane?

So loved ones wait by phones,
And stared out windows closed,
For where ends up their children,
No one will ever know.

In yet a frightful world,
Where live some strong and meek,
Who stops the wicked people,
So children must hide not seek?
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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