A Poem For the Shooting Victims of Tumbler Ridge
David Jure, Esquimalt, BC
Volume 41 Issue 1,2,&3 | Posted: April 9, 2026
Beautiful angels of the cold northern land lord time can be so unforgiving just a stream of grains of sand
Mark Carney talks about the need for grace as the angels see Jesus Christ’s face A she male angry at her lot in life the RCMP see a family rife with strife
When do we take the guns away from the crazy kids and gangster in ghettos on the skids
Eight coffins, the flag lowered to half mask when do we learn from our country’s violent past
Copycat shooters all over the United States police chief with more than enough on their collective plates
An empty place at dinner a bedroom in the dark while I step in the rain in Beacon Hill Park
I used to own weapons, I had my issues until love and long hair fulfilled my desires
The shooter was known to police under the Mental Health Act
A bad mistake was made when the shooter made the devil’s pact
Dear Mr Carney take away all the guns so the kids can hit home runs and play with dolls
and text their friends and discover Shakespeare
As the remover bends
This must not happen again but it probably will
the sorrow and the horror on God’s window sill
As he looks down and wipes away the tears and parents of the dead children confront their fears
David Jure, Esquimalt, BC