by Lisa Marie Brodsky
The bells chime on a Friday
32 times; we ring a 33rd
for the one who caused this dent in history,
this earthquake in the heart of Virginia.
We dont ring bells for he who started this,
who shot the gun, who was deemed a danger
After April 20, 1999, werent we supposed
to look after the troubled kids? Oh, but this
wasnt a kid; this was a man out of our radar.
We dont ring the bells for him.
Dont misunderstand, Ive cried
32 tears for them. There are no answers
to the questions we ask; we just ring bells,
open up the doors to Heaven, beckoning
them toward the Light. We cry for them,
think them unfortunate, but we are the ones
left to go to schools with radar-less
boys and girls, men and women; we are
the ones left to go to offices where
a man in the corner has ordered a gun online.
We are the ones playing with fire. Waiting
for fire. The bells
sound for us.
Posted on 04/21/2007
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