Nashville Covenant PoemsA Poem by Michael R. BurchThese are poems about the Nashville Covenant School shootings.Nashville Covenant School Shooting Poems I am dedicating these poems to the children and school employees who perished in the Nashville Covenant School shootings on March 27, 2023. While in the past I have dedicated poems to the victims and survivors of Aurora, Columbine, Parkland, Sandy Hook and Santa Fe school shootings, this one hits close to home because I live in Nashville. ― Michael R. Burch Nashville Covenant Call to Love Our hearts are broken today The three students shot and killed in the Nashville Covenant massacre were all nine-year-olds. They were identified as Evelyn Dieckhaus, Hallie Scruggs and William Kinney. Three adults were also killed in the shooting: 61-year-old Cynthia Peak, 61-year-old Mike Hill and 60-year-old Katherine Koonce. It is no longer good enough to talk about loving our children and praying for them to be safe. We have to protect them from mass murderers armed with assault weapons. The alleged serial killer, Audrey Hale, was reportedly armed with an AR-style rifle and an AR-style pistol. In more civilized nations citizens cannot legally purchase such military-grade weapons. The Nashville Covenant massacre marked the 19th shooting at an American school or university, so far in the first three months of 2023, according to CNN. With six victims dead, the Covenant massacre is the deadliest school shooting since the one in Uvalde, Texas that left 21 people dead in May 2022. For a Nashville Covenant Child, with Butterflies Where does the butterfly go Where does the rose hide its bloom And where shall the spirit flee It's hard to think of mothers not having the chance to say goodbye to their children, and just as hard to think of them having to say goodbye. Three nine-year-old children died in another senseless massacre. Surely as a nation we must do everything possible to prevent either scenario, to the best of our ability. Frail Envelope of Flesh Frail envelope of flesh, Frail crucible of dust, Brief mayfly of a child, Epitaph for a Nashville Covenant Student I lived as best I could, and then I died. Untitled As springs’ budding blossoms emerge I wrote this haiku-like poem on 3-27-2023 after the Nashville Covenant school shooting massacre. This poem is for mothers who lost children at Nashville Covenant and in other similar tragedies... Childless How can she bear her grief? I Pray Tonight for the Nashville Covenant survivors I pray tonight I pray I pray ere the morrow Nashville Covenant Call to Action We see their small coffins And we vow to save the next child The lives, safety and happiness of our children depend on our ability to persuade the NRA and its political lackeys to stop exalting money and political gain above the life, liberty and happiness of innocents. What is the cost of banning assault weapons, compared to the ultimate price innocents pay when they are used by madmen playing Rambo in classrooms and theaters? Ironically, just hours before the Sandy Hook massacre, in a weekly column that I write for the Nashville City Paper, I pointed out that right-wing politicians are not just demanding the "right" of citizens to bear loaded handguns into restaurants that serve alcohol and bars ― a combustible mix. No, people who call themselves "conservative Christians" in collusion with the NRA and its gun lobby are demanding the right to carry assault weapons everywhere ... which "logically" means into universities, high schools, grade schools, kindergartens, pre-schools, Sunday schools and maternity wards. When I wrote this, I was speaking ironically ― I thought ― but then a few hours later the NRA and its political minions made me seem like a prophet. Shooting Gallery If we live by the rule of the gun Sixteen of the students who died at Sandy Hook were six years old; the other four students were seven. I wrote the poem below for another child gunned down by a madman. While we cannot legislate sanity, we can be sane enough to legislate away the "right" of serial killers to purchase assault weapons so easily. We can defend many small victims from such carnage, if "we the people" have the wisdom and the will to defend them. Child of 9-11 a poem for Christina-Taylor Green, who was born Much love I bring ― I lay it down here by your form, which is not you, Child of 9-11, I know And so I make this pledge and vow: Child of 9-11, I grieve I give my all: my pen, this tear, The Sandy Hook Elementary School shootings left 27 students and educators dead, and question our nation's sanity and resolve to put children's lives above money and politics. Why do we allow serial killers like Adam Lanza to have such easy access to assault weapons and wreak destruction on innocent children and their teachers? Surely every thinking American knows that assault weapons are being sold and distributed so freely only to fill the coffers of gun dealers and the NRA, and for the political gain of those politicians who accept their bribes (euphemistically called "campaign contributions"). When will we call this evil collusion what it really is: treason, infamy, and the murder of innocents? Adam Lanza may have been insane, but what is the excuse of the NRA and its bribe-taking political lackeys? This haiku below makes me think of the students and teachers of Sandy Hook, who were trapped in a war zone: War It is up to us, as a nation, to choose between the "rights" of adults to carry assault weapons and loaded, concealed weapons without restriction, and the right of children not to be exposed to the war zones that other dubious "right" creates in school hallways. Are we going to make it "legal" for anyone with a grudge against life to carry out Rambo-like assaults in grade school classrooms and corridors? What if the next would-be Rambo wants to up the ante by shooting up a kindergarten or nursery school? Piercing the Shell If we strip away all the accouterments of war, It seems to me that the NRA has declared a war ― an open season ― on our children, by insisting that assault weapons must be available to every Tom, Dick and Dirty Harry. But what will we, the people, say and do? Whence Now? Something Something inescapable is lost― Something uncapturable is gone― Something unforgettable is past― Both victor and vanquished are dewdrops: flashes of light briefly illuminating the void. ―Ouchi Yoshitaka, loose translation/interpretation of his jisei (death poem) by Michael R. Burch splintering we have grown too far apart, we have grown too far apart; we have grown too far apart; or persuade us to remain? Keywords/Tags: Nashville, Nashville Covenant, Nashville Covenant Presbyterian School, school shooting, shootings, massacre, children, kids, students, child abuse, gun control, America, United States, USA, death, deaths, murder, serial murder, massacre, bereavement, class, classes
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Added on March 29, 2023 Last Updated on June 17, 2023 Tags: Nashville Covenant School, school shootings, children, guns, gun control, NRA, USA, America Author
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