...Stands against the sky,
Built in the depression,
...Why did the children die?
The Southard County Courthouse,
...Within its hallowed halls,
Where's the sounds of justice
...As the gavel falls?
Mark and Michael Anderson,
...Thrice birthdays they had seen,
Young twins and Susan Williams,
...Would not see Halloween,
Far away from hearth and home,
...The earth it did bleed red,
Out amongst the creatures wild,
...All three on ground lay dead.
In silence of the evening wood,
...Sounds forth the hounds of hell,
Twelve gauge shotgun to the head,
...And then the babies fell.
He was just a common thief,
...Who knew what lived inside?
Evil without conscience,
...And then the parents cried.
Court was held and justice done,
...To prison he was sent,
Life times twelve for killing three,
...And so the sentence went.
Fifteen years have come and gone,
...Since innocence was killed.
Remains within soul's blackened void,
...Why God, was child's blood spilled?
Some answers we will never know,
...Some questions we can't fathom,
And so I go to work each day,
...In sandstone mausoleum.
My slice of darkness....
God bless their souls....
October 29, 1984
[This message has been edited by Tim (edited 08-07-99).]