Prime of life
Future kids, grandkids
Never happen
Tears mixed with aspirations
Buried.
Earth,
Covers bullet holes
That seared through flesh
And tissue
In agonizing pain
Surprise
That life
Is over,
Flash of life
And all the loves
That touch each life.
Regret,
At having done
Not enough
Regret
That we did not
Protect.
Love is the answer
But where was
That love
Before the thought
Behind the killer
And all who told him
It’s ok
Kill kill kill
Take life
Take that which creates
And end it all
Bring it to an end.
Death
Has no good side
We try to make the best
Of it all
But it is always
Too little,
Too late.
All we can do
Is act
Who needs a prayer?
Next victim might be
What’s in a prayer for you
When looking at the
Barrel of a gun
What’s in a prayer for
Your daughter
Son
That stares a killer
Inside his vacant eyes
He has had years to think
And unthink this moment
We had a choice
We all chose death
Our death, their death
We chose an end to art
Of artist,
Of invention of an engineer
Silence over music
Of aspiring musician
We chose a life unsaved
Because a nurse will never
Get her degree
A doctor killed
And a professor
Will never teach a class of students
A social worker
Will not save a drug addict
A future politician
Will not bring about
World peace
As we chose inaction
As we chose death
And carnage
As we chose fear
And paralysis that comes with it.
We chose the terror
And the aim of terror
Terror chooses termination of life
And all that life created
We chose that…
The dead do not need prayers
The loved ones, do not need prayers
We the living, that chose
To pray instead of act.
We need prayer
For we, shall be the next
Awaiting the bullet
From another gun.
Pray for us,
The living dead.
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