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    Posted December 15, 2012 by
    coryBasil
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    This iReport is part of an assignment:
    Newtown school shooting: Thoughts and tributes

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    The world seems hollow
    As I walk these streets tonight.
    It’s the same streets you walk,
    The same streets they walked.
    It’s not the deserts of distant lands,
    Where roadside bombs leave
    Children lifeless in the sand.
    It’s not the Holocaust
    Of a bygone world which we
    See from the future,
    Roughly painted
    With black and white
    Photography.
    These far away happenings
    Seem easy for those
    Under star-spangled flag
    To merely flinch shoulders at.
    Yet today inside these shining seas
    And purple mountain majesties
    The finger-paints of the innocent
    Now mix
    With their own blood -
    Running past alphabets
    And building blocks,
    Napping mats
    And blackboard chalks.
    A once safe-haven
    Where the imagination
    Used to make the grade
    Is now just a means to escape.
    Escape the horror,
    Escape the pain
    Of bullet loaded guns
    On a runaway train.
    Of helpless teachers barely
    Receiving a worthwhile pay -
    Only longing to make
    A difference
    In one child’s day,
    Now just a shredded carcass
    Blocking the hallway -
    As the Wild West that was
    Won with the gun
    Lives on in the fascination
    Of the mentally undone.
    And we wait for time to pass
    While the house on the hill
    Prefers wallets growing fat
    To the sacredness of security
    In the hallowed halls of learning.
    The hollow halls they walked in
    Tripping over barely learned feet
    And untied shoe strings
    Only wanting to be held
    By Mommy and by Daddy,
    As the air leaves their lungs
    And I hold the breath in mine
    Just hoping something will be done
    To prevent a “next time.”
    To keep our faultless children from dying.

     

    - Cory Basil
    14 December 2012

     

     

     

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