Tell me you are not moved,
Tell me the innocence does not stir your soul.
The joy in their youthful faces,
The way their eyes smile before the camera.
Tell me you don’t weep for the parents,
Tell me you don’t shed a tear for their tears,
The lose and the pain,
The feelings of helplessness.
Tell me this tragedy is justified,
Tell me this crime is ordained by God,
The cowards hiding behind religion,
The animals stealing the innocent for profit.
Tell me, why did the outrage take so long,
Tell me what the world is waiting for,
The children to fade from memory,
The guiltless to die.
Tell me they will be brought home safely,
Tell me they won’t remember the horror,
The torture of separation,
The terror of being alone.
Tell me this will not happen again,
Tell me that education is not a crime,
The girls are our future,
The criminals will be brought to justice.
Tell me if you can.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~