Some Children Won'T Be Around For Christmas
Some children won’t be around this Christmas
Their families still locked in the throes of grief
The holiday season will continue with briskness
But they’ll find no solace, no respite, no relief.
Their families still locked in the throes of grief
From the dreadful day their kids were gunned down
But they’ll find no solace, no respite, no relief,
When evil in a deranged mind and a gun came to town.
From the dreadful day their kids were gunned down
In a schoolhouse everyone thought was secure,
When evil in a deranged mind and a gun came to town
While "those in the know" cannot settle on a cure.
In a schoolhouse everyone thought was secure
The gunman fired his weapon, taking careful aim
While those in the know cannot settle on a cure,
Is it the deranged mind? Or, the gun to blame?
The gunman fired his weapon, taking careful aim
Blasting away at innocent children for no reason
Is it the deranged mind or the gun to blame?
We hope it isn’t repeated this holiday season.
Blasting away at innocent children for no reason,
The holiday season will continue with briskness
We hope it isn’t repeated this holiday season,
Some children won’t be around this Christmas.
Written December 5, 2022
[in remembrance of Sandy Hook
and other communities who
suffered the loss of children
at the hands of a deranged mind
with a gun.]
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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