Praying Hands

        Praying Hands.

  We look to the heavens and ask him why, the answers, not is why we cry. The carnage lay on bloody floors , of lifeless souls that we adore, no answers found for why they died.
  The stories told are merely lie’s, distorted truths as to why we abide. Weapons of war in children’s hands tell the story of mindless laws of mindless men and the truths they hide.
  While bus,s stand idol as the undertaker’s cart roll’s by, the questions still unanswered, by the lord above. Will we survive the cost of hate, that was cast before our love.
  Will our our thirst for a right to own our guns be more important than our son’s and daughters. Or is the answer from above, use your hands in prayer and avoid the slaughter.
By GWRoggenbuck 

By GWRoggenbuck