Gerwyns poems : Dunblane

DUNBLANNE SCHOOL

The children were joyful as they took
their lessons in the school gym;
all twenty five of them,
and their teacher Gwendoline.

Then all of a sudden all went still,
as this mad gunman came rushing in.
Carrying guns, and one in each hand
all that could be heard was shots and loud bangs.

For some it was over in seconds,
but for others it seemed a long while.
As children went through this ordeal and terror,
this mad man just ran wild.

News went 'round the village in seconds;
Parents had gathered to this dreadful scene.
Messages of sympathy came from all over,
and one came from the Queen.

The nurses and doctors were traumatized,
as they tended the injured that day.
Their minds kept on the job in hand,
trying from it not to stray.

News came over the radio and telly,
of the sad and tragic event.
Our hearts all heavy with sympathy,
for all those and how they felt.

The clergy came over the airwaves,
asking the Christians to pray -
"O dear Lord, in Your mercy
help us our anger to stay."

No thoughts, worries or anger,
had entered their minds that day.
No one was to know of the evil,
that was to meet them along life's way.

"Yes, evil entered our school today,"
the school headmaster said,
"And all because of this,
seventeen well loved lay dead."

I urge you to think of these poor people,
and pray for them each day.
And to think of those mums especially,
who will have no Mother's day.