Innocence wiped away

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Innocent souls they were ready for another day,   
oblivious to danger, they laughed and played.
They knew not what it would mean to leave
their home bay; they knew not their lives
would be snuffed out and leave such pain.
What’s come on us, where are we heading?
Does loneliness indeed lead one astray?
They say he was bright, but a loner too,
did no one see what he was thinking all through?
Kids in school, away from their moms,
not a moment did it take to leave a void in those arms.
Where do we get the courage to send them out again?
How do I tell them be good, study and stay safe?
There were heroes among those who died,
just on the verge as they were of a full life.
May such a heinous act not happen again,
let’s put the guns away and teach our kids to pray,
maybe there’s some truth in that, lost souls
need to follow a dedicated way,
they need to be loved too, not shunned away.
It may not be the answer, it may not ease
the pain for those who are left behind,
must face the unnerving strain.

 RIP little angels God loves you.
  

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