Tear soaked eyes blind me, pushing through; I attempt to write a sonnet.
My frantically beating heart emits gratitude – Shakespeare isn’t here
to witness bleeding bodies run for cover, scatter to the ground falling on it
Screaming, mass confusion – festive country music morphing into fear
No, love songs are not on my mind, in my head – acrid smoke kills oxygen
Police personal – leading frightened people to safety again and again
Bullets whizzing overhead hit targets, paying no attention to different dialect
A mystery – no racial, cultural, or religious bias – no barriers to deflect
Flowers still bloom, birds still fly, carrying olive branches preparing to sing
Lady Liberty clutches her heart and waves our flag – Red, White & Blue
Apologetic church bells gong, calling out for peace with an earsplitting ring
A man, a gun shop, ammunition, automatic rifles, point at him, her, you
The second amendment shouts, stands firm – swearing it presides
While beneath tears of sorrow, frustration and pain, my sonnet hides…
