I Have No Idea My Son

I Have No Idea My Son

I have no idea my son
How someone could kill
So coldly the innocent.
I do not understand
Their guttless inability
To let us recognize
The breathing face of evil.

I have no idea my son
If this will echo on
Because my son I do not know
How this evil thinks
While it strikes
Unfeelingly at the children of freedom.

I have no idea my son
What must now be done
To let this evil pestilence
Know that not one day more
Shall it live.

But I do know son
That I will stand
Beside you always.
And never, son,
Never forget
What evil really is.

Michael Bahm

(This poem came about after a conversation with my 11 year old son)

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