I am thinking of that chain link fence around the schoolyard meant to keep out intruders. I am thinking of the sound of shell casings hitting the ground, dancing up in slo-mo, golden offerings to Moloch. I am thinking of adults who will not protect children because ambition matters more. I am praying this grief we share will become a prayer. I'm praying this anger remain a hard knot in my throat. I am praying that the broken ones who break others will be helped before they kill. That the ones who make the laws to keep the broken wreaking havoc will be stopped. I am praying that the ones who cannot find a reason to go on will find the breath to pray.