Uvalde, Texas
Nineteen young minds headed off
to school. Two teachers would
be waiting for them with a smile.
One dark, merciless being
would end it all.
Early morning, teachers taught,
children laughed. Monster
prowled, pacing halls, opened
the door, and attacked.
Each bullet released,
each too recently deceased.
Their little hearts and minds
were stopped and stolen from time.
Our hearts across America
are full of anger and ache.
There is no sign of morning,
no sign of daybreak.
The monster was slain, but the
damage was already done. How
much longer must we wait… until
our children are no
longer the target of a gun?
Pray for the families, the lives
taken too soon. Change has
to come before this side of history
becomes just another rerun.
I am a member of the Class of 2023 and the Driftstone editor-in-chief. Along with creative writing, I enjoy spending time with family and friends, getting...