The Uvalde children haunt me.
It’s been a year today.
Grown-ups failed our children.
We bow our heads. We pray.
The Uvalde children haunt me.
It’s been a year today.
Grown-ups failed our children.
We bow our heads. We pray.
The Uvalde children haunt me –
restless shadows of the past –
leading Conscience to remember
little lives that didn’t last.
The Uvalde children haunt me.
They are ever on my mind.
I hope they walk with angels
in a place both Good and Kind.
The killing’s in St. Louis today.
Tomorrow? We don’t know.
Perhaps the killer’s loading now
and getting set to go.
The Uvalde children haunt me.
Blurry shadows in my mind.
Always seeking resolution.
Seeing answers they won’t find.
The Uvalde children haunt me
with their poignant, silent cry.
A nation’s lost its bearings
when it lets its children die.
Uvalde, Texas
The Uvalde children haunt me…
…ever present in my mind.
Always sending out their sad reproach
to a world that wasn’t kind.
orld that wasn’t kind.
Small bodies in the graveyard.
They speak, as children can.
They tell the awful story of
the cruelty of man.
Fresh faced kids head off to school,
ready to learn the Golden Rule.
Eager to grow and have some fun.
Somewhere, a shooter loads his gun.
Oh, well.
Kids are heading out to kill.
They’re bringing guns to school.
The playground is a jungle.
Forget the Golden Rule.