black day

there are some days no one expects
and everybody hopes could be sent back
when the deep values one respects
are violated and the day turns black

the sky is bleak, there is hardly any light
that one can see but the faint shadows
of white pigeons raising through the clouds
amids the flurries dancing in the night

the box of colors has been emptied
the jukebox does not dare to play a song
the only feeling one can bring along
is grief for many young souls will be missed.

if none of us has such a power to revert
to previous days when things were right
then all of us somehow should fight
for a gun free life, to keep the kids unhurt.
(a gun-less fight, to keep the kids unhurt)