To the Children of Sandy Hook ages 6 to 56
Go now, precious pupils of Sandy Hook,
And worry not of the sorry lot that remain
Take your abundance and your shine away from here,
leave us our swollen hearts, our eyes stained with tears.
You precious ones, whose smiles will not go away
Leave us our faces to sag and drain,
under weight of heavy guilt and promises broken,
Please leave us to sort out our sordid affairs.