Who is on the plum tree?
A year ago today, a man in Connecticut opened fire on innocents and educators. This poem is for them.
what evil wrought the twisted brier
causing him to open fire ~
slaughter hearts of innocents,
sweetest gifts of angels sent
among us, to remind us of
what’s essential, what is love
twisted mind whose wielded ‘right’
expressed his hate with gun of might
and snuffed them out, the madness toll
killed them twice ~ crushed the soul
put out the moon, pull down the stars
wrap the babe’s unsightly scars
make a shroud of blackened sky
so cold the slab on which they lie
cancel Christmas for all time
leave tears, for this, the greatest crime,
to wash their wounds of powder blast,
then dress them well, for this, their last
sleigh ride, to Santa’s sombred cave
then send them to their silent grave.
(c) Niamh Clune 2012…
View original post 134 more words