VOICES OF THE INNOCENT

The family tree slowly dies
As gathering of souls cry
Peaceful celebrations are stormed
By hostile invaders 
The new norm

Small country towns 
Are placed in the spotlight 
Because of senseless killings day and night 
Prayers and condolences are sent from afar 
As sociopaths on a crowed avenue
Blows themselves up in cars

Recreation in the outdoors must be concealed 
For in our parks, theaters, schools 
And shopping malls 
AK47 is revealed 

From joyous occasions many fled 
In seconds of the guns blast
Those who were smiling are now dead

Gone are the days 
Of picnics in the park
One must be home behind closed doors 
Before its dark 

Day after day 
These atrocities are replayed 
It's only a matter of time
Before we take shelter from hand grenades 

Each day headline news 
Plays the same old song 
So I live my life
In a crowd of one

Wilford Barker.