How Many More

From the bed a madman rose
Behind the barrel a mother froze
Whilst infants struggled out of bed
Cretentious of the day ahead

The madman slithered to the school
Fingers stained from a bloody pool
The babies learnt their ABC's
Gunshots were their 123's

Those children never learned to count
But we know too well the amount
That day we lost 28
It's too much and it's too late

Our eyes may mist up watching news
But there is more that we could lose
US school shootings of 79
We can't pretend that this is fine

Plenty of chances have arose
Like Dark Knight, yeah, wed forgot those
Or perhaps Columbine from '99
Which was the worst, till this fateful time

How many more lives will be gone
'Till we decide this can't go on
We can't take time to ponder how
Our time is ready, our time is now

So Mr President, I must plea
From the world and not just me
That life can't be a shooting range
Right here, right now things must change.

-LC

~Dedicated to those brave Newton 28 and beyond.

Each individual digit had a life, story and future.