Billowing smoke
Make it go away
Rain of chalk
The children cannot play.
Rising souls
flying passed the sky.
Sinking spirits
All the faces cry.
Far away land
doesn't feel real.
Try to turn it off.
Want the world to heal.
From here just a movie,
image on a screen.
Keeping that thought quiet.
Fear of sounding mean.
Tears don't fall.
Sit and stare
At the evil of fiction
really there.
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