Who can forget that tragic day <br />The year 1970, the month of May <br /> <br />The National Guardsman’s poised on a hill <br />Their rifles aimed, ready to kill <br /> <br />Gun fire soon filled the air <br />People screaming and running everywhere <br /> <br />The Guardsman’s were shooting at will <br />People afraid to stand still <br /> <br />Gun smoke drifted in the air <br />Bodies were scattered everywhere <br /> <br />Four students lay there dead <br />Others wounded by the flying lead <br /> <br />By now the cops were moving in <br />People were asking, where had they been? <br /> <br />Untrained soldiers with loaded guns <br />Killing peoples daughters and sons <br /> <br />Many people wondered what gave them the right <br />To move against the students with that much might <br /> <br />Why did they shoot into a crowd like that <br />Knowing the students wouldn’t shoot back <br /> <br />The students were armed with picket signs <br />But I wondered who committed the crimes? <br /> <br />The students were marching against the war <br />What were the guardsmen’s even there for? <br /> <br />A demonstration that took a bad turn <br />I wonder if any lessons were learned. <br /> <br />From the events that took place that day <br />When four college students were blown away <br /> <br /> <br />11-11-71/RJH<br /><br />Ray Hansell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kent-state-shootings/
