Hatred Can’t Win

Leafy streets, quiet suburb, a cool morning breeze

Echoes and memories of early morning cartoons on T.V
Murmurs and children’s laughter blaze alive in this school yard
But lives were changed this day forever
What was taken? Her happily everafter…

Confusion, gun shots and murder
Bodies laying in the street like litter
One insane maniac, this crazed shooter
Panic, her friends are dead,
She doesn’t know what to do next
Little eight-year old Miriam

It’s a cold day for Gods chosen
As little golden headed, blue eyed Miriam looks up
Into her killer’s helmet, she sees her reflection
Confused and innocent she doesn’t know what she did
Cold and full of hatred this racist…
He pulls the trigger

Silence, emptiness, death
That’s the end of it
Little eight-year old Miriam
She’s gone forever

Written by: Unknown
in the loving memory of
Miriam Monsongo

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