Precious innocents; loved ones so brutally slain
Dreams, hopes and future aspirations... all in vain
Blood-saturated textbooks and personal belongings strewn
Abandoned backpacks; lone survivors in the aftermath... doom
Desks stand empty; reminders of those who once sat there
Families ripped apart; mothers bereft... does any one care?
Bullet-holed walls whistle horrors, too horrendous to speak
Doors were no protection, as violently murdered were the meek
Classrooms; now mortuaries, the silence filled with prayer
A country in shock; racked by sadness, anger, grief and despair
Education, punishable by death, was their sole victimless crime
Young lives extinguised futilely, in what should've been their prime
When will the bloodshed end; the world's children be left in peace?
Time for the gunfire to end; for the hatred and discrimination to cease
© Debbie Razey 2015