Little children

 Same old story; what's the use of tears?

What's the use of praying when there's nobody who hears?

Turning, turning, turning turning turning through the years...

Watching the news this evening about the shootings in Connecticut and the stabbings in China, all I could do was think back to similar shootings and all the senseless rhyming in the recent history of school shootings and violence. I wrote a poem about this for Virginia Tech, years ago, and it sadly still rings true.

Sometimes the World Ends