Children. Easy targets for fuckwits with guns,
killing sisters, brothers, daughters, sons.
School. A refuge of understanding, a learning place,
moulding the young as part of the human race.
We're all in the squint of a sniper's eye,
who gives a shit about who, what or why?
They get up, get ready and go to class,
only concern is to fail or to pass.
They assume they'll be home when the bell rings,
safe in the comfort of domestic things.
Children, with all that tomorrow holds,
Scream and run as the terror unfolds.
We failed to protect you all from attack,
oh, children, we can never get you back.
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