Sandyhook by Emma B
Oh the games people play.
Sandboxes, swing sets, and hop-scotch are child’s play,
And you want war.
Their twenty eyes twinkled with potential
Before your perverse soul robbed them of their innocence.
At your feet lied the broken remains of dreams never achieved;
Mere shells of their former loving selves.
The war you waged today will live forever in their mother’s hearts.
They will wear invisible battle-wounds —
Permanent reminders of the eighth birthday part never celebrated;
The high school diploma never received, the wedding invitation never sent.
Their twenty tombstones lie above children never laughing,
Massacred by the games people play.