Poem

Each bullet made the blood to spurt Silenced the life only to hurt Taunted the soul to only hope life is precarious that makes it harder to cope.

Dreams destroyed even before they began To the child that believed it can Succeed if it tried hard Only to let go As it was marred. No fault deserves to end Opportunity given only to mend Innocence gone and with it the heart No second chance as life depart Justice sought, defined by law Where is the life taken by the outlaw Words don't matter, judgment don't heal The sadness that engulfs Destroying the zeal. With a heavy heart, with no words to console, My prayers to everyone affected by the tragedy.

~Kripa