A twisted mind so full of hate
Went on a shooting spree
In blinded rage, he set the stage
As students tried to flee.

The campus halls were filled with fear
As panic set the pace
The look of terror could be seen
On each and every face.

A lad intent on doing harm
Broke through the morning light
Gun was ready, clips were full
Set up and armed to fight.

With evil in that young man’s heart
And Satan in his soul
He opened fire, an act so dire
To feed a troubled soul.

A teacher there so brave and bold
Stood out like a bouquet
He ushered students safely out
Gave up his life that day.

The courage and the caring hearts
Found there within those walls
Emerged like flowers in the spring
And filled the stricken halls.

The thirty-two who had no clue
Were faculty and youth
Those left behind must search and find
Some logic to the truth.

A random act so mean and cruel
So senseless and so sad
Is bound to make us question why
Society, gone mad.

The tender souls, so young and bright
Are just a memory
Grief and tears are left behind
For friends and family.

Put to rest are college dreams
Of students in the dorm
Tossed about and swept away
Like ships out in a storm.

The ones who died are firmly etched
Into our memory
Like beams of light, they shine so bright
Upon a tranquil sea.

Just like the gentle waves that flow
Upon a distant tide
One hears the tender voice of God
The day the angels cried.

2007 Marilyn Ferguson
http://www.marilynspoetry.com/

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