Killing

It was a cold, December Friday.
You waited for a lovely weekend with your little girl.

Travel to a fairyland, to the warmth of Merry Christmas.
But, cruelty unleashed a psychopath among children;
Mother earth soaked red and every bit of innocent laughter.
Echoes of your brightest flower were never heard again.
Heaven too changed its color from blue to black

in the hope to cry a gloom to wash away your tears.
Mothers of Newtown,
"Do you still look forward to the weekends?"

You do remember the day you brought your baby home;
You looked at the back seat often while driving your car.
The miracle arrived with a scream to pour joy into your soul.
But on a Friday, a psychopath scared away the miracle forever.
Now, you wonder why; your beliefs are challenged by that fatal day.
Your dreams and hopes are dashed by the sound of sin.
When your son asked where his sister had gone, you cried silently.
Fathers of Newtown,
"Do you still look at the back seat while driving?"

Lincoln's moral high ground divided and united a nation.
Morality is, now, your propaganda to lecture gullible Americans.
When a soldier dies in the senseless caves of Karbala;
when a child is dissolved by the bullets of second amendment,
you see money in war and in gun lobbies. (institutionalized corruption)
Red is the color of money and red is the color of Washington DC.
Politicians of America, "Do you see the blood of the kids in your hands?"