I already posted what I am about to post, but the previous post had several errors. This is a fixed version of my poem “Orlando” which I posted last week, roughly. Today, I give my finalized version.
Death has followed the city
And engulfed us in pitch black
Darkness, shutting out light
And the hopes and dreams of many;
A young singer gunned down,
49 people of all walks of life,
And a 2 year old baby boy,
All with bright and long futures,
All snuffed out within a few days.
Peace has been raped by the darkness,
No light or hope can break the black,
No matter the efforts of others.
Her smile was as brilliant as ever,
The life radiated off her body,
Bringing smiles to us, her fans,
And giving her such a youthful look.
She greeted us with open arms,
Taking pictures and posing with us.
I was close to her, just a few people
In front of me, waiting for my turn
With that bright ray of light.
A gun shot rings out and we all duck,
Screams of pain and anger sing,
And she lies on the ground,
Blood seeping out of her body.
Please get up!
The music is intoxicating,
Moving our bodies and the bodies
Of the dancers; Latin night
Is in full swing and the drinks
Flow from the bar to our hands.
People dance to the strobe lights,
Others are enjoying the food, watching TV,
But no matter who is doing what,
We are all enjoying these exciting moments.
Gun shots ring out, screams form
And escape. For some, those screams
Stay in their throats, faces frozen,
Terror filling their last moments,
Shock in their eyes and in the minds of the rest.
I was in a dark corner and stayed,
Hoping to survive this assault.
More gunshots. Pause. More bullets fly.
Tears run down my face,
My screams join the rest,
I want to move but I can’t;
While I curl myself into a ball,
Others are running to the exits,
Hoping to not get killed.
They run, some lie on the floor,
Others are shot down by him,
A guy we thought was one of us.
Yet the hyena laughs as bullets pepper
The walls, the floor and the people
That are falling dead, terrified expressions
Imprinted on their faces, their blood spilling
And flowing towards me, staining
My clothing and the clothing of others.
More bullets. More pauses. He is laughing.
Laughing at our pain, feeding off of it,
As if he were some sort of parasite.
I lie down completely, face down,
My tears mixing with the blood of
Friends, my body convulsing from horror.
His laugh is so frightening, as if
He were enjoying this, enjoying our death.
I shut my eyes and pray,
Wish for a ray of hope.
Where Mommy and Papa?
It dark and cold.
Mommy? Papa? Where you?
It dark. Water. I wet.
Music. Bright light back.
Keep play. Wet fun!
Splash, splash, splash!
Happy to wet.
Mommy! Papa! Wet time!
More splash, water fun!
Water warm, water happy.
I happy, more splash!
Hit water hand.
Feel good, hehe!
More splashy, wet good.
Splash! Ow! Water not wet.
It long, hard.
I play with wet doggie.
Big mouth, big teeth.
Rays of light were extinguished,
Leaders of the future lost,
And a city shrouded in black.
More blood spilt in a week
Than desired, more blood than what
Should be spilt in a month,
Innocent blood exposed to horror.
Recovery will be slow,
Some may never truly do,
But as long as people continue
To move and time passes,
The scars will remind us of the
Horrors we have suffered,
Of the struggles that have passed.