Victims
A glint of silver in a darkened alley.
A piercing scream echoes.
Another Innocent victim.
A gun brought to school for show and tell.
The bullets ricochet off metal lockers.
Blood stains the tile.
Two more innocent victims.
A man lures the girls into his house.
Their bodies are found a week later.
Mother's tears fall to the ground.
Three more innocent victims.
Fathers and daughters on a playground.
Gunshots from a car pierce their line of vision.
Families torn apart.
Four more innocent victims.
Innocent victims blood forever inbedded in the earth.
When shall our earth be clean?
©2010 Mariah Pawlak
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