Silver handles on a casket of steel <br />Reflecting sunlight...cold and unreal... <br />Sinking deep into hallowed ground <br />As the grief-stricken gather 'round. <br />A mothers tears hidden behind a veil <br />Youngsters with faces...ghostly pale, <br />Friends and family of a beloved gone... <br />A scene too frequent and painfully wrong. <br />Naught in time could have a greater cost <br />Than the life of a child to violence lost!<br /><br />B.J. McKee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-funeral-6/
