Uvalde Haikus
The blood of a friend
Gives her the solemn task
Of telling the story
Words that should bring tears
Are met with icy logic
No solutions here
The dead are children
No longer to be wept for
Soon statistics, bang
Buried in the earth
And in the hearts of loved ones
What weight piles on them
Second Amendment
Assault weapons in our hands
Oops, some dead children
The little bodies
Now unrecognizable
How do parents heal
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