To everyone, whether you're in Connecticut right now or not:
This will end. It must. Somebody I highly respect said today, “I refuse to accept that the price of our freedom is the blood of our children.” I refuse to accept that this is a reality we cannot change. I refuse to let the actions of cowards define our future.
This will end.
What we must do is not politicize this tragedy into an argument about gun control. That is for another day, another time. Instead we must remember the innocent children we lost today, the innocent souls who never had the chance to grow up and experience a world beyond theirs.
It is them we remember today. Remember them today as you go about your day. Not the cowards who stopped their lives, but those who we lost. Our thoughts, prayers and love are with the victims of this sickening tragedy.
This will end.
For those arguing against gun control;
Imagine you were a parent of a child in Sandy Hook Elementary School who attended at the time of the shooting.
Even if your child was fine, you certainly wouldn’t be arguing against gun control. Sure, you may say owning a gun is a right, and that it’s for self defense, but other 1st world countries don’t have gun allowance laws, and very rarely have shootings.
For now, calm down about guns, stop blaming anyone and let the families pray in peace
this is such a fucked up world that we live in
the fact that there are people in this world who would even think to walk into a fucking ELEMENTARY SCHOOL and shoot 27 people including 18 KIDS scares me more than anything. i’m actually sick to my stomach right now.
my thoughts and prayers are going out to the families in Newtown CT
I know it’s not very good, but I wrote a poem about the shootings today. God bless the families of the victims, and I cannot wait to personally meet and give a big hug to every one of those sweet children in heaven one day. I know they are in the arms of Jesus, and that makes me happy, even though they will be sorely missed here.
“I’m not crying because I feel so sorry for you; I’m crying for me.” - Toby Keith, Wayman’s Song
The children laughed
With Christmas cheer
In delighted joy
With no fear
The school was covered
In winter snow
Children awaited release
From education’s hold
To anxiously open their presents at home
The man came in
With angry eyes
The children’s laughs turned into cries
They wanted mom, and daddy too
Anything but this cruel brute
The crazy man
With angry eyes
Shot the children, took their lives
The children scream
The children cry
Loud bangs echoing in their minds
The teachers demand they close their eyes
To shut the view out of their minds
To keep the scars away from their lives
The parents gasp
The parents cry
The parents scream and wonder why
This crazy man with angry eyes
Would steal the loves of their lives
The country sighs
The country cries
When 27 people died
20 children’s innocent lives
Sent to heaven, free from time
At least they’re safe
Away from him
The angry eyes of the criminal kid
Whose crazy fettish stole from them
The lives they’ll never live again.
Copyright, Christina Boothe, 2012.