Sarah, Where Have You Gone?

Sarah, o’ Sarah,

where have you gone?

The “good guys with guns”

added some more.

The paranoia sunk deeper

than ever before,

like some weed-creeper

with bristles and thorns.

Soon, battles in the street

became old news,

we mined the playgrounds,

and fortified

classrooms, too.

Sarah, I can’t remember

why we didn’t round up the guns,

but Ms. Connor, I’m sure you

found our Terminators fun.

Talk to me.