Requiem eternal, requiescat in pace.
Find joy in sorrow, life in death.
Why, oh why, how could they
Better to ask how could we.
April is the cruelest month[1]
School is the hardest time
Longing, wishing, lashing back
At Life, who attacked once too often.
Innocence lost, stuff of nightmares
Stalks the halls.
How could it, why could they
Look within for the answer.
Spirit beyond bending breaks,
Pieces on the floor, shatter
Others like they shatter.
Anger without bounds bred
Of unending sorrow finds its way
Between the banks of society
Beyond the line of morality
Finds its weapon and strikes fast as fire.
Running, screaming, bullets soaring
Death stalks the halls.
Fingers point, accusations fly
Who is to blame? “Not I, not I.”
Libera me Domine de morte.
Libera me Domine.
Libera me.
April 21, 1999