Saturday, December 15, 2012


I usually primarily write humor (or what I perceive as humor). As a father and a grandfather no laughter is in my heart. These words came to me last night. Feel free to share or pass on by.

Satan's in the schoolhouse
The seraphs hear his roar
The sound of evil coming
A sound we've heard before

School was let out early
The devil's taking roll
He's hunting huddled angels
Stalking children's souls

Spitting his fiery venom
One bullet at a time
Random acts of violence
Hateful senseless crime

Christmas in Connecticut
Won't be the same this year
Instead of exchanging presents
We're exchanging tears

Rick Wainright - 12/14/2012

1 comment:

Forgetfulone said...

This is the first Sandy Hook post I've commented on as it makes my heart break. As a teacher, a mom, a citizen, it scares the crud outta me! Your poem is very well written, but I wish it weren't so true.