Poets Respond to the Uvalde Tragedy, Part 16

LAMENT for ROBB ELEMENTARY, I
May 24, 2022

By JUAN PEREZ

How could I ever find the words to say
to keep a place I love from such sorrow
to just do something instead of nothing
to being present that day to stop him

How could I ever find the words to say
that I would gladly give my life for yours
just to see you live from the great beyond
where my life was already half-way spent

How could I ever find the words to say
not just as a teacher but as a father
to help guide you away from this mistake
as I’ve likely done for many others

How could I ever find the words to say
the very words that would erase this day

                                                                    LAMENT for ROBB ELEMENTARY, II
                                                                    May 24, 2022

                                                                     By JUAN PEREZ

                                                                    I see you buying those guns from that store
                                                                    the very one I’ve been inside before
                                                                    where I’ve bought things and sat down for a bite
                                                                    yes, the very one on the news tonight

                                                                    I see you buying those guns from that store
                                                                    question is: what is the point of your score
                                                                    did the gun-pimping clerks pay attention
                                                                    did they see your death in ammunition

                                                                    I see you buying those guns from that store
                                                                    an “oasis” it’s not, forever more
                                                                    did they see your face on every paper
                                                                    those unlucky lines of such a caper                                                                     

                                                                    I see you buying those guns from that store
                                                                    with every round and the hate that they bore