Why (poem)
More innocent blood shed.
Another endless murder.
They say, "It takes a village to raise a child".
Then, why can't we?
Can you see the fallen angels?
Can you hear the cries for help?
We sit here and ignore the pain,
and grief with no remorse whatsoever.
What has this world come to?
More innocent blood shed. Another endless murder.
Another soul shattered like glass.
Another child lost from their home.
Have we all gone mad?
