a poem for our children

i wrote this poem for the children of Sandy Hook Elementary School. i will forever carry them in my heart. i carry the bereaved families in my prayers, the people of Newtown, and this great country. tragedy is never welcomed, but when faced, it amazes me how we as a country come together. let's not let these children's lives go in vain. their legacy may be the start of real peace in this country. we owe that to them.

- jehrod alain

stolen LAMBS:

crimes against humanity

their young, childhood bodies lain

against the floors of their classroom

— slain.

innocent blood splattered across the Christmas trees they were coloring

and across the whiteness of the dry erase board.

when their mothers prepared their lunch today, she had no idea it would be their last supper.

when their fathers kissed their cheeks goodbye, he could not have known that would be the final one.

gun shots ringing, cutting through precious bodies.

an ending too soon for a beginning just begun.

they were our children,

brimming with possibility,

grazing on pastures of hope.

how we weep for them.

we grieve their lost and understand that we will never understand why this happened.

such evil cannot be explained.

we must work towards peace so we won't have to explain it happening again.

sunrise, sunset occurring so close together they defy the natural laws.

we pray for them.

we pray for peace, for the chaos is suffocating our lungs,

our hearts become constricted,

limiting blood flow significantly.

hopelessness creeps over us,

like black clouds over the sun at noon.

we pray for courage. that which is needed become that which we are desperate for.

how does the Shepard protect the sheep from deranged, blood thirsty wolves? the rod is not enough.

what will become of our stolen lambs? what will become of us?

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