Colorado School Shooting Poem

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    Colorado School Shooting Poem

    Our children now must live in fear, of what each day will hold,
    America the beautiful has become hateful and cold.
    The killings now have changed so much, our children now partake,
    There's hatred in America, which makes my heart just ache.
    Why can't the world see what's going on, they're teaching war not love,
    God must be sitting at his throne, and crying from above.
    We are given life a precious thing, to make of what we want,
    There have been mistakes made in the past, whose memories forever shall haunt.
    But lets all learn from those mistakes, and make the wrongs all right,
    Let go of them and find a peace, so the world can sleep at night.
    To live a life of hatred, it's not living life at all,
    Remember we're all equal, this is something to recall.
    No one, should be made fun of, no one, should be put down,
    Our color should not matter, be it yellow,red, white or brown.
    We do not make this decision, it's a gift from God above,
    But what we all are given, is a heart that's filled with love.
    How could we turn so hateful, how can we all not see,
    The only ones we're hurting, are really you and me.
    Take some time to find the good, in every day we live,
    Stop trying to keep taking, and think of what you can give.
    It's time to stop the prejudice, it makes a hate so strong,
    Take time to feed the hungry, they've been starving way to long.
    Take time to help the homeless, for we can never know their pain,
    Take time to thank the Lord above, for his earth is our domain.
    Don't sit and worry what others will do, but think of what else you could try,
    To stop the tears from falling, that America now cries.
    Our world is crumbling at our feet, it's time for us to start,
    Rebuilding love within us, and push the hatred from our hearts.
    For if we do not do this, the world we know will end,
    God's sending us this message, let ther be peace YOU are my friend.

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    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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