A Poem for Newtown

Just got shot and killed
They told me I’m heading to heaven
But why did this happen to me?
I’m only seven
Barely seen much since kindergarten
I’m supposed to be in school
Learning Science and History
Now I’m the one who’s history
I hope though that my death doesn’t cause too much misery
But is instead a lesson
And the reason that the world changes direction
Why the need for guns?
One minute I’m laughing with my friends
The next my life has come to an end
I didn’t even get a chance to say a prayer
Because the Lord wasn’t welcomed here
Not within the walls of my school
But now everyone’s praying to the Lord to comfort the my family
Something’s wrong with this picture, seriously!
How do they expect me to rest in peace?
When the last thing I heard was gun shots and screams
Held my best friends hand as our lives ended in misery
And the saddest thing is the reason for our death will always remain a mystery
Our souls went into evanescence
While our bodies just laid there lifeless
So many gun shots wounds to our heads and chests
Can we even have an open casket?
Our right to live was taken from us
All our dreams crushed until they turned to dust
And soon all memories of us will be like scrap metal in a landfill
Just waiting to rust
Yes, we’ll rest but we’ll never be at peace
We’ll sit with the master and with angels up high
And look down and say, Lord why do they keep missing the signs?
It’s so clear to see, so easy to read
Why don’t they take heed?
It’s time to take a stand!
Fight for those who don’t have the chance
The little boys and girls just like me
Who are prey to the situations just like these,
Who are just happy to go through life every day,
Not worried about the guns while they play.
Childhood should be a period free from strife
Not afraid or clinging on for dear life
I pray for my family and all the other families
That they, while on earth, will find peace
And they do justice to our memory
Please, just take away all the havoc and mischief
Let God sit in you all hearts
And stop asking why?
What happened to us was just a reminder
That this world is sick, in need of a cure
And God didn’t make it our home forever
And one day this, yes this will all be over
With hearts that a pure
He’ll take us to our true home over yonder
But for now, stop sit and wonder
And start act to bring us justice
The guns, the violence – we’ve got to stop this
We can’t have another Newtown
We can’t have another shootout
We got to change our route
And as a people just accept the truth
That guns in the hand of any and everybody
Is a recipe to kill anybody
Even the little children, the innocent boys and girls
We’re killing off the future of this world

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10 Comments

  1. STEPHEN PAUL DELSOL
    December 29, 2012

    This is a very moving and poignant poem. It carries so many meanings, simultaneously. The first layer of meaning is about the impact of the tradegy on people, everywhere.

    The whole world is still grieving for these twenty 6 and 7 year old, innocent children and the 6 adults. Their lives were taken from them by a highly intelligent young man, who was not mad, but extremely evil.

    I say that he was not mad, because his plan was si thorough and meticulous. He was not impulsive and mindless. Some psychologists have said that his form of autism does not normally produce violent individuals. Sadly, the quality of his parenting must take much of the blame for this horror.

    Proverbs 22:6,says: “Train up a child in the way that he should go, and when he grows old, he will not depart from it.” The young man was “trained” by his mother to love guns and he was taught how to shoot with guns by his mother at a young and impressionable age. The experience, obviously, had a devastating effect on his psyche. It is highly significant that the first person he killed was his mother. That was a very sad act, but it shows a destructive hatred for his mother.

    Children live what they learn; and they learn what they live. If they live with guns, they will learn how to kill. His mother’s house was full of guns. She loved guns. She passed on this passion to her son. Parents must be very careful about what they desire their children to learn. The real ‘enemy’ is within themselves, and not from someone else coming from outside.

    The majority of people in American have a fatal attraction and a fatal affection for guns, and sadly it leads to fatal consequences. In the past 30 years, more Americans have been killed by their own guns in their own homes, than American soldiers killed in wars in Vietman, Iraq, and Afghanistan put together.

    I do not think that these children from Sandy Hook Elementary school have died in vain. There will be radical changes in the hearts and minds of some Americans with regards to their relationship with guns. It is going to take some time, but the change has already begun.

  2. :(
    December 28, 2012

    awww wow..so intense!

  3. lils
    December 25, 2012

    Lovely.

  4. papa
    December 24, 2012

    look talent
    awaiting anuda when a domnican dies

  5. hm!
    December 24, 2012

    Wow!! Sigh….. :(

  6. D/can
    December 24, 2012

    Beautiful poem! Tugs at the heartstrings.

    You are very talented Delroy. I have read many of your entries of DD.

  7. Anonymous
    December 24, 2012

    omg i am in tears lovely poem

  8. awww
    December 24, 2012

    awwwwwwww*tears* :cry:

  9. Love Life, Live Life
    December 24, 2012

    Well written and deep!!!
    Saddening but the new trend is white on white crime in AmeriKKKa. Just a pity the victims are filled with innocence.

    • B
      December 24, 2012

      It was not a matter of race (white on white). One child was mixed (of Puerto Rican decent). Evil does not care about color. It was just evil. These precious victims so filled with innocence were out of the womb. Alas, there are so many who have been killed in the womb. Their blood also cries out against the horror they faced.

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