Tears
I did not cry for Michigan
It seemed before my time
I did not cry for Jonesboro
Too far away to mind
I did not cry for Palisades
Even though it may be mine
I did not cry for Conyers Georgia
By then it all seemed fine
But I poured my heart right through my eyes
The day they shot Columbine.
The tears they fell for the children lost
And children on the line
My head fell quick into my hands
For parents who must pine.
My eyes stayed glossy to a screen
But,
What shook my body up most,
What made it hard to breathe,
What bolted all my stomach down
And wouldn’t let me leave
What made me think about those boys and try to empathize
Was the fright, the fear the look of death
In one scared victim’s eyes.

 
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