I've been told hope springs eternal
But this wellspring has run dry
Choked with stones I thought were other hearts
And wrung from reddened eye
Though the heat still rises in my blood
I know it for its truth -
Just a chemical deception
With recourse reserved for youth
So go on your merry way to skewer
Innocence and joy
Such as make good folk your targets
Like a little human boy
And I'll rest here in the gentle peace
Your depredations sow
If you use me as your weapon, child
I'll be the last to know
Return to Columbine's Poetry Index
Return to Columbine's Laboratory