Children Died Poem by Randy McClave

A gun owner wanted to be thrilled
Or maybe he did or didn't want to be healed,
So, he decided the destiny of others would be sealed
Then children he unmercifully killed.

On the ground children now lay dead
From bullets to the body and the head,
No one knows where those children might had led
Or what in life they could have done, or said.

The cure for cancer died today
Inside a lifeless body it now does lay,
A person with a gun took that remedy away
Unto God for that cure, we did diligently pray.

Fingers are now silent and no longer twitch
In life they never had a chance to find their niche,
A shooter had the killing itch
His right was greater than theirs, that son of a bitch.

Owning guns is our constitutional right they cried
So, they packed guns and rifles to their hip and side,
God, will be our judge, but not our guide
Said the gun owners, when more innocent children died.

Randy L. McClave