“A precious child is dead! And we just march and cry!” …. I have no words!!
Somewhere, the sun is always warm
and the days are long and bright.
A child is playing without any fear
and no gun is within his sight.
He is twelve years old, this young boy;
who will grow up to become a man.
His mother’s arms still hold him
for there is no Ku Klux Klan.
In an alternate universe, they live
where hate is not allowed.
And those who harbor evil thoughts
in that universe, are disavowed.
There is a park where he likes to play,
and his sister finds him there.
It is time to come home for dinner;
a meal, they used to share.
The setting at the table
is lacking one more plate.
It serves as a reminder
of all that is at stake.
Why must I awake from slumber
to the harsh, cold light of dawn,
only to know that he is dead,
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