Sunday poetry

The Day Innocence Died

It is my right to bear arms they say
And no one has the right to take that away.
I need my gun to protect me and mine
Is what they further opine.
Besides, guns do not kill – people do,
Is the point that some even argue.
On and on they went,
To keep their guns was their intent.
Little did they know,
Just how soon children’s blood would flow.
Until on that fateful day
When one young man who had gone astray
Burst into the school with guns drawn
And one by one shot innocence down.
When it was over many had died
And throughout that night many loved ones cried
Why, oh why did he do this?
Did he not know our children we would miss?
No one knew what was in the shooter’s head
because after it was over he too was dead.
It will be a long time before all the tears are dried
That were cried on the day that innocence died.

~ Verona Elliott
  Teacher
  Freeport, Bahamas