Newtown Poem by M. Bloom

You, who tears off the butterfly's wings,
Will fall flat on your face
As today the cherubs rise with haste
While only silence sings.

On earth, life's harp plays soft the strings
To protect them as they sleep,
But even Gods and kings must weep
While softly silence sings.

The bells are muffled though they ring
Throughout the solemn plain;
For even the children's cheeks are stained
As they listen to silence sing.

To you, who cut the world's heartstrings
And gave not a reason why,
May the cherubs push you from their sky
As solemnly silence sings.

Throughout the world, the mourning rings
Through the flags, gallant, half-mast;
But this day will live on as livelihood's last
As not even silence sings.