I walked into my classroom today,
and the kids were being themselves,
I was thinking about their welfare,
wondering how many wondered themselves.
When I into their faces,
I’d seen them already,
splashed across the television screen
hanging in the living room of everyone’s home.
I wonder if it’s possible
to tell each other the same
that Billy & Frieda and Jennifer, well
all could be the victims of this,
insane response to
allowing the human condition
a reason to justify
We are told to be cognizant,
responsible for the well-being
of all of those involved,
being the students, the elders,
the parents, the faculty,
the community members,
school board and administration,
we’re always wondering who’s in charge.
Proven again last night,
on Valentines Day,
a new massacre for the ages,
a new realization that everyone
I looked at the pictures of the victims,
tomorrow when I walk into school,
I will watch them all walk the halls
tenfold in their similarity, their
human capacity, as living as is the dead,
we’re all faces in a crowd.
I wonder about the similarity
if we could recognize we’ll know each
other in another life,
could we protect each other,
with basic compassion
and knowledge beyond
the faces in the crowd,
are the same that make us proud.