Sandy Hook

Fri, 08/01/2014 - 21:39 -- tzorola

The Man who shot is not the name to remember


When horror came to the fourteenth of December


America is bleeding, our hearts are torn


As we think of the children we now mourn


Because that wasn't enough, six more heroes had to die


These are the reasons for tears in our eye


We cry for the twenty-six mothers who picked up the phone


And recieved the haunting call that their children weren't coming home


We watched the news and our faces turned grey


As we saw anxious parents gathered in a fray


Now there are sanctuaries for twenty-six terrific angels


And flags fly at half-staff, a forever daunting angle


Some may get angry, others are in agony


Nevertheless our hearts are heavy, for this American tragedy.

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