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we remember
the children
who met bullets head on
gasping for breath
grasping each other
dead under desks
dead in each other's arms
all victims of the tragedy
without a chance
without a goodbye
the other victim is
Nikolas
born out of drugs
tethered from birth
fetal syndrome
given away
given up
raised by strangers
no dad no mom
no sense of who he was
no history or permanence
he fell into bitterness
frustration
anger
so disturbed
the only thing he knew was failure
no hand up
no love shared
he fell through the system
through the cracks of despair
not understanding who he really was
now all that is left
is the cracks in all these broken lives
shards of families
too many bodies
too many times
too many questions
too late for answers. |
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