As a cool winters breeze...blew across a Colorado plain,
The devils outstretched hand...left a trail of awesome pain.
A once quiet community...with a typical American High School,
Was torn apart with anguish...by an atrocity...so cruel.
Two student loners arrived at the school...armed with rifles..bombs..and gun,
And selected their victims to murder...ignoring the mercy pleas of everyone.
Insane with jealousy...they singled out those with athletic prowess,
Before executing these unfortunate souls...for whom they could not care less.
In a final act of cowardice...they shot themselves and died,
Leaving their parents distraught...whilst their feelings of shame they were unable to hide. Thirteen victims lost their lives...as a result of their heinous crime, robbed of the love of their families...before reaching their prime.
Many others wounded...with both physical and mental scars,
Missing the friends that died that day...now living among the stars.
For whom a life of torment lies ahead...as each nightmare recalls the day,
When friendships were torn apart in death...with no goodbyes to say.
Surely your children’s spirits...are now standing inside Gods Heavenly gate,
Holding hands in peace and happiness...as a result of this twist of fate.
Dreaming that the gun laws will change...so that they did not die in vain,
With a hope that...that their parents will be the last to feel such awesome pain.
As the Star Spangled Banner...sounds a parting riposte,
We will pray for you all...and the children you have lost.
In the hope that we can relieve some of the anguish you are going through,
Until God takes you by the hand and re-unites you all...with the ones you loved so true.
Composed in Memory of:
The Twelve Children & One Teacher
The devils outstretched hand...left a trail of awesome pain.
A once quiet community...with a typical American High School,
Was torn apart with anguish...by an atrocity...so cruel.
Two student loners arrived at the school...armed with rifles..bombs..and gun,
And selected their victims to murder...ignoring the mercy pleas of everyone.
Insane with jealousy...they singled out those with athletic prowess,
Before executing these unfortunate souls...for whom they could not care less.
In a final act of cowardice...they shot themselves and died,
Leaving their parents distraught...whilst their feelings of shame they were unable to hide. Thirteen victims lost their lives...as a result of their heinous crime, robbed of the love of their families...before reaching their prime.
Many others wounded...with both physical and mental scars,
Missing the friends that died that day...now living among the stars.
For whom a life of torment lies ahead...as each nightmare recalls the day,
When friendships were torn apart in death...with no goodbyes to say.
Surely your children’s spirits...are now standing inside Gods Heavenly gate,
Holding hands in peace and happiness...as a result of this twist of fate.
Dreaming that the gun laws will change...so that they did not die in vain,
With a hope that...that their parents will be the last to feel such awesome pain.
As the Star Spangled Banner...sounds a parting riposte,
We will pray for you all...and the children you have lost.
In the hope that we can relieve some of the anguish you are going through,
Until God takes you by the hand and re-unites you all...with the ones you loved so true.
Composed in Memory of:
The Twelve Children & One Teacher
Who Died on April 20th 1999 at
Columbine High School, Littleton, Denver, Colorado,
USA.
Columbine High School, Littleton, Denver, Colorado,
USA.
(c) Sue Marcuslee. 04/99
(Please Note: Sue Marcuslee is my Pen-name)
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