The Lost Children of Uvalde

Long will bell trebles echo,
In rooms of virtuous chatter,
It’s clear for whom they ring,
In streams of life that matter.

A purity of beautiful innocence,
Their harm unimagined,
Their joy for new life started,
In bell tones of compassion.

Like a brasher of hot burning coals,
Atop these tender souls,
A fire of pain my feelings rain,
For whom the bell tolls.