Monday, 4 November 2019

the silence

The silence just after when all is still and calm
Sooty bits of flotsam floating down midst the alarm
Groans begin to utter as the adrenaline rush subsides
Clothes ripped from the bodies lay waste sexual pride
Blood on every surface body parts abound
Deafened survivors press their ears to hear some sound
Few people have the where with all to take command
Evacuating people who can walk and stand
Cacophony of screams and far off sirens wail
Reporters talking picture that the editors will fail
Tears on seeking loved ones searching aimlessly

The day a religious bigot went on a suicide spree

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