Active Shooter, Not a Drill

Innocence lays silently in a crimson pool

The pool, warm and thick and heavy

With grief and fear and confusion

A community in Mourning

Yet not permitted to mourn.

Disbelief morphs into anger

But never acceptance.

We can never accept the sacrifice

Of our children

For your metal.

No more blood for your bullets.

No more thoughts and prayers.

 

BTG 5-25-22