I hear the cries of children at the elementary school across the street
They are joyful and exuberant as they play in the Texas heat
unaware of the fear that will soon be unleashed
I hear the cries of children as they run through another practice drill
Under their desks, they hold back tears and try to stay still
at a loss as to what would motivate someone to kill
I hear the cries of children as they scramble across the classroom
Covering their ears to block out the deafening booms
Some will go home, some will be entombed
I hear the cries of children as they mourn their lost friends
They now view the world from a darkened lens
with injustices too great to comprehend
I hear the cries of children awakened from their sleep
Held by their parents who silently weep
Cyclical trauma, endless grief