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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