To the school shooter do we say:
Oh, we understand, you
had a difficult childhood.
We didn’t protect you then,
so we will go easy on you now.
Carry on shooting, feel free to
lash out, Providing the weapons
we appease your anger,
assuage our guilt.
‘The Chosen Child’ bringing
destruction; stampeding
through land and life,
unfettered unconsequenced.
White shrouds splashed
with violent red bloodlust.
No age spared death
in your wild rampage.
To those who turned the
blind eye in history;
to those who shapeshift land,
“What have you created?”
In war rooms, morals are
swallowed and regurgitated.
Souls in turmoil with
the dangers of righteousness.
Guilt carries with it a heavy
toll from history, assisting in
the creation of a new dark story,
blinded by displaced loyalty.
“We can’t let this happen again”.
Truth be told, it will be done.
Humans can’t help themselves.
Can’t trust themselves.