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Dec 09, 2007
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Aftermath
There’s a husband
Never gonna touch his wife again
There’s a granddad
Those grandkids won’t ever hug again
There are mothers
That won’t ever
Hold their son or daughter close
There’s a father
Who can’t ever
Take back the son he’s lost
There’s a step mom
Who didn’t ever
See the boy as any kind of son
There’s a foster home
Breathing relief
That he did it
After they were done with him,
There’s a judge,
And some prosecutors,
A father
And some social workers
Their hands all washed like Pilate’s
When the kid aged past eighteen,
And there’s a nurse
And her husband
Both whom actually cared,
Left wondering
What they could have done
To stop one more defeated kid
From murdering eight strangers
With a gun.
I don’t really like this too much, it needs a lot of work.
— Race_9togo, Dec 09, 2007
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Critiques
meic
18 years 6 months ago
This is expressed eloquently
Race_9togo
18 years 6 months ago
Thanks Mike
Ingulubi
18 years 5 months ago
Sad