Common Hurt

Common Hurt

They were our children,
lives ended,
dreams cut short.
Blast of gunshots, then silence
`til keening echoed

 from people of earth,
some parents,
others not.
Violence takes victims–young, old,
guns immune to age.

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The following is the poem I had written for Poetic Bloomings:  Take a seasonal song and use the title in a poem.  I used the last line.

 Silent Night of Stars

Silent night of stars,
silvery
in winter
sky, blink back tears of sorrow
for those no longer

here to wish upon
them, with eyes
tightly closed,
hoping their dreams will come true.
They were our children.

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