A poem I wrote a few months ago about the Connecticut Shooting.
Those dark days when innocent blood is shed.
So many needed words are now left unsaid.
Little children denied the chance to live.
The world never knowing all they had to give.
Mothers and Fathers searching for their child.
Crowds disperse, emotions go wild.
Some saw the relief of their child's tears.
Others faced their darkest fears.
In school one moment, their chance to strive.
Now the innocent are gone, no longer alive.
America is no longer what it seems.
Our faked passion is ripping apart our seams.
We act like it's okay, something we all pretend.
We ignore our