Literature
Newtown, Connecticut
No more music plays today--
There's nothing left to sing,
Not in the wake of this
Aberration
Against everything that makes us
Human.
What joy is there today--
What laughter, light, or beauty?
When children lie
'Neath hard, cold earth,
When mothers curse
The heavens,
Only sorrow,
Only pain are left
In the shadows of the day.
Children lie dead today--
Nevermore to run to Momma.
So many brilliant stars,
So many soft, angelic voices
Are snuffed--
And now, in shadow,
We have nowhere left to run.