They were our children,
dreams cut short.
Blast of gunshots, then silence
`til keening echoed
from people of earth,
Violence takes victims–young, old,
guns immune to age.
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,
sky, blink back tears of sorrow
for those no longer
here to wish upon
them, with eyes
hoping their dreams will come true.
They were our children.
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