We might have died in childbirth;
We might have died in war;
None of us imagined
Death in a grocery store.

We went out buying fruit and meat,
Fresh eggs and chicken breasts.
We wanted to make dinner
For this night’s Sabbath Feast.

But noone knew that soft goodbye
Was to be our last;
A few shots and some bullets
Another life has passed.

What were our young children
going to feel tonight….?
We should be serving love and food
As candles give their light.

Candles burn in memory
Of all the innocent,
who are caught up in tragedies
That someone else invents.

Let young men delude themselves
And politicians too….
Don’t forget those murderers
Could be me and you….

We are not so different
But for circumstance.
The murderers and their victims turn
In a macabre dance.