The cops did not leave the Sandy Hook elementary school before a long investigation, but when they did, the van that was waiting in the driveway of the school was then allowed to enter the school.
The workers set to work as soon as they unloaded the buckets of paints, brushes and mops from the van. They quietly made their way through the grim corridor.
Innocent blood was smeared on the classroom wall where the children’s poems and drawings were pinned. A worker’s face turned white when he saw a small, red handprint on a windowpane. He set to mop it with a horrified look on his face.
The painters’ heavy breathing was dulled by the media outside the school.
After an hour, they entered the second classroom. The door at the entry of the room had to be unhinged and removed as it was now broken from the middle, perhaps due to the shooter kicking it open on seeing it bolted from the inside.
The pain only grew more as the workers went from class to class.
Five hours had gone by; the workers were now packing up their tools. The return trip to the van was even more painful. They walked by the walls which now had a fresh whitewash on them; but they knew the horrors behind the wet paint.
While the workers were loading the van, they could see the media outside the school gates. People with posters and ignited candles protesting could be seen outside the school.
The flame of the candles could be seen from countries away. The ink from this pen speaks for the tears flowing from the parents’ eyes.
