Newtown
A poem about the Newtown school shooting to never forget it.
Newtown
our wounds come at first breath
in the blood of a garden at rest
toil cursed upon our commute
commissioned to die in our youth
society held captive by the terror
fame and fortune look at me
skill not on merit my cowardice be
i am the shooter set me free
There are virtually no words to describe the news today. Is this our culture, our time, in which history will judge. I'm sad for all those involved today, God be with those families.
I have a few different versions of this poem I have written. The PDF here is what I consider to be the final version: Newtown by Scott Fillmer
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