at lives misunderstood -
fought cowardly in anger -
with twenty Angels, good.
Then hero's lives were sacrificed
as many children hid.
We cannot make the pieces fit -
but twenty Angels did.
So now there's something in my eyes
there's dampness on my cheek -
and I can feel the echo when
those twenty Angels speak.
The question that I struggle with -
is, "Where do Angels go?"
I'm not sure of the answer, but
our twenty Angels know.
at Sandy Hook School in Newtown, CT
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