Class shootings, drive-by's, Columbines and such,
Not just by Homo Africanus, delinquents,
Dispossed and out of touch.
The youths we loved
The kids in cots
The babes we reared from scratch
How come there's killings now and
no love lost
On those we breed to snatch?

Will we be in time
Or must we lock the latch?
These we leave alone
To surf and Skype the net,
No one to turn to
When they're bullied, pummeled and morphed
Into that silent, lethal,  threat.
Shooting guns, annihilating cafeteria "bums",
getting riveting, real revenge!

Culpa?
The system, Zeitgeist or lowly mums?

Title from a book by Lionel Shriver