The thirty-two
I came across this poem in my email regarding the Virginia Massacre so i thought i'd share this with you guys. Its written by Support Enforcement Officer Roger Belton.
The Thirty-two
None could have foreseen on that cold Virginia morn',
That, in an instant of time, tragedy would be born.
Each had their plans, the usual Monday routine;
Each with places to go and people to be seen.
Not one of them knew, and certainly none suspected
That dark plans existed, were already perfected.
Thirty-two innocent people, each looking ahead,
Enjoying college life without worry or dread.
What events conspired to bring each one to that place?
Was it Providential planning or simply random fate?
Would things have changed, been different in the end,
If even one of the Thirty-two tarried longer with a friend?
If even one had altered the normal Monday scheme,
Would events have been different? One can only dream.
We ask questions for which answers won't be found,
But that's part of our grieving, dealing with things profound.
We want to understand; to learn the reasons behind it all.
Could anything have been done, this tragedy to forestall?
A sense of injustice prevails, hits us squarely in the face;
As the tragedy of the Thirty-two remains a burning disgrace.
The Thirty-two
None could have foreseen on that cold Virginia morn',
That, in an instant of time, tragedy would be born.
Each had their plans, the usual Monday routine;
Each with places to go and people to be seen.
Not one of them knew, and certainly none suspected
That dark plans existed, were already perfected.
Thirty-two innocent people, each looking ahead,
Enjoying college life without worry or dread.
What events conspired to bring each one to that place?
Was it Providential planning or simply random fate?
Would things have changed, been different in the end,
If even one of the Thirty-two tarried longer with a friend?
If even one had altered the normal Monday scheme,
Would events have been different? One can only dream.
We ask questions for which answers won't be found,
But that's part of our grieving, dealing with things profound.
We want to understand; to learn the reasons behind it all.
Could anything have been done, this tragedy to forestall?
A sense of injustice prevails, hits us squarely in the face;
As the tragedy of the Thirty-two remains a burning disgrace.
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