DUNBLANE MASSACRE AGAIN

Here is a second poem I wrote about the horrific massacre.

Up you get, Lucy.
It’s time to get dressed.
Breakfast is ready.
You must revise for your test.

Shake a leg, Jamie.
Leap out of your bed.
It’s football at school today,
Or so teacher said.

You know there’s no Frosties;
They’re so terribly sweet.
Have some fruit instead,
And sit up on your seat.

Brush your teeth quickly,
And come back down the stairs.
Into the car both of you.
You mustn’t miss prayers.

Bye, bye then, Lucy and Jamie.
I’ll collect you both at three.
Grandma will be with me,
And we’ll have ice cream for tea.

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But they weren’t there to be picked up.
There were reporters at the gate.
They had died in a hail of bullets
From a madman filled with hate.

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There are kids who saw the dawn today
And the blue sky up above.
For them the sunset’s far away.
There’s nothing left but love.

The love of grieving parents.
The love no money can buy.
The love that asks no questions.
The love that will never die.

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