Sandy Hook Elementary school shooting
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I am a member
Of a generation
Who knows what it’s like to fear
A bang in the hallway.
I am a member
Of a generation
I am a member
Of a generation
Who knows what it’s like to fear
A bang in the hallway.
I am a member
Of a generation
One day, Sara and I
we played in the sunshine, her eyes sparkling and wide.
We sat on the grass
to watch the ants march by.
One by one
under the midsummer sky.
We lay on the dirt
I would like to be an Angel
So I could watch over you
Poor Sobbing Girl
Crouching with your hand
clinching your heart
The cell phone
about to fall out of your hand
