Wee poem about the recent tragedy

JTER

Usually when I'm at a loss what to say or think I let my fingers do the talking with a bit of poetry. It's probably a simplistic poem but I would appreciate feedback. thanks

Untitled atm

The halls are quiet, where the small used to tread,
Cold empty beds where once rested heads,
Young hearts beating, dreams that were fleeting,
As lovers lie numb staring up at the feeling,

The loss they endure should not be borne,
My heart pains but theirs has been torn,
Right from their bodies, into the ether,
Let our thoughts and love help put them back together,

I will not mention the monster but for this line,
Those on the hill should know it is time,
What good is a right meant to defend,
When to our families, it can so easily rend,

I live far away but we share the same sky,
Those stars who remind us of those who no longer cry,
May they find the strength , this I pray
They were taken , but you will see them someday,

Life is too short , time is a lie
Be true, have hope and always be kind
Most of all be generous with your time
It’s all we got, and all we can share,
The rest we just borrow,
May our love be always with those in sorrow.

dogmax

Slaughter of babes who to blame

Lesson after lesson still nothing is learn

Anger arise take your revenge

Only on those who refuse to change

Speak now your words hear how mighty they sound

You can take my guns when you take them from my cold dead hands

Now anger, arise, take your revenge

Slaughter of babes, who to blame

Classic Rock Man

Goddam son you can't fire that gun
Well man, I can sure pull the trigger
Don't you be doing that, hon
You can be a doctor or something bigger
But I'm all out of choices and hope
Drop the gun babe! Remember your dream
We were gonna rebel and elope
Forget about that babe I was just blowing steam
This is the police boy, and we don't want you dead
But if you don't release the boy we won't hesitate
DO IT THEN COPPERS! Put a bullet in my head,
I'm just a damn ant on wheel's fate!


The ringing of the shots made the epilogues scream
The slack on the trigger blew the hostage's brain off
But in that instant he saw a light- A beam
And he saw god, clearer than the blood he coughed


He gave the red line to Satan
Satan lit him a cigarette







-Freestyle crap ftw