Sadness has torn the sky
madness begs we ask why
beautiful hearts they do cry
while the powerful they do lie.
Shall we let darkness in?
Where shall we begin?
How do we ever stop this sin?
Mothers cry for children again.
I beckon for politicians to hear.
There are children no longer here.
Hate is not who we are
but anger is better than fear.
Change is made in such ways
when irreverence is channeled to save.
A voice of a child can shatter
the complacency of laws in waves.