I'm sure you've all heard, by now, of the terrbile Virginia Tech Tragedy. I can't make this easy. I can't come up with miraculous solutions. I can't bring them back. All any of us can do is read, remember, cry, question, and pray. I'd like to offer support and extend help to those students who survived. Unfortunatlly, I'm afraid my little corner of Xanga isn't quite that well-known yet. So I am never get the chance. There are some questions I'd like to present to you, both my loyal subscribers and any new readers alike. What if it had been your school? Your friends? How would that make you feel about the police's not-so-immediate response? Are we really as protected as we think? What can we do to prevent this from happening again? Who's to blame, the killer or outrselves? I would love to, as my first official project, put together a memorial for the victims. So if by some miracle a friend, family member, classmate, teacher, even minimal aquantince of any of yesterday's victims, please let me know. The more information we can get, the nicer we can make this.
I understand it's heart-wrenching, painful, and soon. But even if you can't say anything now - whatever your reason may be - I invite you to simply contact me. Comment whatever. I'm always here. Even if it means offering comfort to complete strangers. Virginia Tech has been forever affected by this unfathomable display of human hostility. April 16th, 2007 should not be forgotten. After all, the country - even the world - should remember what those who now are called "survivors" will have to remember for the rest of their lives. Thirty-two, on a day so cold.
They weren't the youngest, but not that old.
Massacred, yet simply all for nothing
The, who could've lived for something.
Stripped of a chance that all should see,
To think, it could have been you or me. On April 16th, a tragedy fell.
Thirty-two students, alive and well,
Shot where they stood, never saw relief,
As the rest of the world soon learned in disbelief
Of the horrible thing a human had done
That hurt not just thirty-two, but everyone. Now they say it's over, and what can be said,
As the friends and family hang their head?
We wonder to ourselves, "How safe are we,
In a place and a time where such misery
Can fall over us, and without a notice
Takes away those to whom we were closest. So now we question, now we wonder,
If eventually this pain will be passed off as a blunder.
How someone could posses such enmity,
As to simply set off on a killing spree.
Why couldn't we stop this, protect even those few?
Why could no one help those thirty-two? But now they are gone, shot and passed.
Tell me, how long could such torture last?
How have we come to meet a day
Where those thirty-two have simply gone away.
Without aid, without help, until too late,
So that now they stand within Heaven's Gate? Thirty-two, on a day so cold,
Now they are gone, their story told.
They cover the news, but the stars above
Do not exceed the loss of those loved.
Stripped of a chance that all should see;
And to think, it could have been you or me. [sententia] | 
