My two babies were home, playing with their toys; oblivious to what happened to those girls and those boys. I cannot believe it, too hard to understand; What one unstable person could do with weapons in hand. At first it didn’t hit me; I had no genuine feelings; My emotions weren’t natural, my conscience was reeling. I talked about it, thought about it, walked about it, sought about it. I don’t think it really hit me until I was able to shout about it. Driving down the dark highway, going seventy five, Then suddenly I envisioned my kids barely alive! My eyes got blurry; began to heavily tear, I sympathize with those parents with all of their fear. Flickering candlelight’s, encased inside jars, Twenty five Angels are soaring with the stars. All were taken from us before their lives began, Was this all destiny, someone’s ultimate plan? You can blame this on guns, you can blame it on sickness. You can blame it on apathy, society’s relentless. The problem isn’t weapons, or lack of strict laws, It lies within our morals, alongside our flaws. We can fix this with might, but not overnight. But we need to be strategic and stay in this fight. To protect our children, our sick and our old; Society will recover and be a country to behold. Charlotte, Daniel, Olivia, and Josephine. Ana M, Dylan Catherine, and Madeleine. Jesse, James, Emilie, and Chase, Jack, Noah, Caroline and Grace. Jessica, Avielle, Rachel, and Allison, Dawn, Nancy, Anne Marie, and Benjamin. Victoria, Mary, and a hero in Lauren, Sorrowfully our hearts are forever broken, Affectionately, your names will be eternally spoken.
