Down In The Playground

poem on one of the social ills we have today, youth violence.

Down in the playground,
The wind blows the autumn leaves
Across the quiet school yard,
Where innocence now grieves.
Down in the playground,
Where the blameless have been laid
To rest, by an aimless bullet,
Or the cold steel of a blade.
Down in the the playground,
The tragedy of reckless rage
Has slaughtered trusting children,
In the violence of our age.

We could read the danger signals,
From the children running wild
We should have heeded warnings,
From the sad and silent child.
Who will be responsible?
Is the question we all duck,
As another child gets killed,
We incessantly pass the buck.
Down in the playground,
The wind blows as before,
But it only blows the fallen leaves,
Because the children are no more.....