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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

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Written by
william-b-burkholder
American
Published
Jan 11, 2011
Lines·Words
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Politico’s bandy,

And mothers cry,

And all of America

Wonders why.

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