Silence, silence, a moment of silence
To mourn the young
Banished from this world by criminal minds—
Prowling monsters full of rage,
With corroded hearts swimming in pain
From festering internal sores.
Their lives shall not be unsung
These precious lives so callously wrung;
Perhaps an altar for each one—
Histories to be spoken by their ghosts.
Their ghosts shall mourn along with us,
Their cries echoing across the chasms of time,
Punish the beasts for such foul acts!
Deny them the right to make any pacts!
Their verdicts shall be read
Aloud,
Spoken
By their ghosts.
Julieta Corpus
1/2011
(For all those young victims of violence in a crazy world during insane times)
