''' MOURNING '''
O '' Dec 16, -what fate yee bring?
to these tiny, tiny angels -all set to sprouting wings.
Whose summons are these, that your hands do hold?
not the children surely, for they are all, in angels fold.
From the sleep just torn, by all mother's ferns,
so dreamt and scored - of all worldly concerns.
It is now just 7, -as all satchels swing-
all home work done, and all fun to the fling.
All rickety bongs, all meshing grins,
go sit up straight in the deathly trims.
Go ''goodbye mom'' -I catch thee noon,
all buddies wait, for this coming swoon.
So, the tale unfolds, and with death in stalk.
the Angels shiver and and to the Lord they dart.
''These little ones, My Lord, have seen no shore,
they have seen no love, and no evil-tale to bore.''
That fat little one there, is just so full of naught.
And that thin little one, here, has a approaching birthday froth.
Why blow them to bits, and why shoot them in the heart?,
they are just so innocent, and have just lived in fits and start.
From these 136 deaths? and with over a hundred to maim,
the fair will just ask,....... what has the Lord to gain and game?
The hour did strike, as the gunfire grew,
the angels screamed, and the hell began to brew.
The heavens stirred, the mothers screamed and wailed,
the Angels wept and set all things to,.... veil.
Whose limb is this, and that hand and fingers too?
whose lunch is this, -in all this messy, bloody, ooze
Whose blazer is that, and whose curls, all these?
whose clips are these, and this mascot to tease.
By my side I wept, and screamed and asked?
what mercy has thee,........ in suffering so vast?
No answer came,.... as the darkness grew.
from their pinafores and frocks..... all angels flew.
To the mourn, -I returned, so dithering and.....so swayed,
the justice in this world, I reasoned, is but a bale of dried up hay-
O'' students way above, do come by here,... some day-
and then tell us all, just what the scarecrows did say.
This is just so wrong, and this is just so shorn-
in this hour of utter darkness, I... feel so hellish torn.
By your graves... we all will stand, and say the prayer too,
And then wipe the many tears, and send all our !WOW! to you
TO YOUR PARENTS O'' departed angels.......what can I. or is to say?
so torn......., so shorn,..... so bitter, BUT I live to fight,..... another day!
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''' Anon '''
!WOW! The World Students Society Computers-Internet-Wireless and the students from the whole world deeply mourn. And so does the whole world
'''Good Night and God Bless
SAM Daily Times - the Voice of the Voiceless
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