Poem for the Las Vegas Shooting

Shots fired

Peoples desires

Lost in a billow of Smoke

Why had he done this?

What was the motive?

How had he gotten through?

Music was playing,

And people were praying,

To survive yet another day.

Fear in their eyes,

Everything they despised,

Caught in a singular time.

What was he thinking,

While people were drinking,

And having oh the best time.

He rudely took,

And people mistook

What was happening at this time.

The worst hour in history,

Will stay a mystery,

Until the end of time.

#poem #Shooting