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Untitled, Rachel Schneider
32 Pillars of Salt
Rachel Schneider ’14
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They’re Gone
It seems like yesterday the cookies were baked, Little shoes were on the doormat beside the rake. Children swinging and climbing in a tree, Then one by one they tried to flee. Where have all the children gone?
A man pulled up towards the white fence, The cold air blew, oh so dense. His eyes hidden below his hood, His bag made him hunch as he stood. Where have all the children gone?
His burgundy van at the side of the road, Black birds swooped away as they crowed. Whispers traveled down the street, The gate opened by the force of his feet. Where have all the children gone?
He slowly turned the door’s handle, A rush of hate blew out the candle. There was a scream at the door, And then all of a sudden a “bang!” times four. Now here we sit, silence among us all. Why have all the children gone?
*Dedicated to children who have been affected by gun violence.
Auveen Dezgaran ’15
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