Our Voice 

(A sonnet from Sandy Hook Elemetary School 

for those youths trained to become suicide bombers) 

Just days before Christmas we said goodbye,
We’re loving little angelic pupils
From Newtown of Connecticut’s blue-sky;
The whole world mourn for us so cordial

Would, by the way, you like to hear us plead
That’ll enlighten you from this tragedy?
Mourn for children being indoctrinated:
Martyrs for adults’ religious decree!

Our deaths transcended onto our “mission”
We ask religious leaders to spare us:
Choose not dark hatred but human passion;
Why not love and harmony -- and as thus.

Dear beloved parents, teachers and friends,
Our deaths mean more than what man understands.

Linh Duy Vo
An American Poet
21 December 2012 ©






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