The Cure Is in the Question

October 1, 2015: how can this happen?
Yet again, another massacre
No one suspected, no one saw
The derelict who entered, armed

Stopping for naught in his way
No matter who, blinded by vile
Unfathomable anger--the kind
Of fire that knows no boundary

Ten souls meeting their maker
Innocent, trusting, unsuspecting ones
Will never go home to study this eve
For their lives and lights have been extinguished

We must become a better nation
A better world who teaches empathy
And loving others more than ourselves
Finding solutions in our hearts and not guns

They say, "An ounce of prevention is worth
A pound of cure"--well, can we prevent
The use of drugs, guns, alcohol and mental illness
When a nation has no God to answer to?

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