I stood and watched events unfold
In disbelief at the man’s approach
A deadly scene for all to see
He clips my daughter and then she falls
I feel cold fingers run up my spine
bewildered by the spectacle on display
I lay in shock as my legs give way
I’m petrified as he walks away
He shot four people on the fateful day
Without remorse for what he’s done
I feel the pain of this tragedy
My grand son’s shot, will he survive?
It makes me wonder the reason why
That death keeps knocking on my door
That claims the innocent and the young
It leaves me cold and so afraid
Why did this happen? who can explain?
Why fate is playing cruel jokes on me
No matter what the reasons are
It does not justify these brutal crimes
Unjustified. Copyright (c).Maryann Bosah 2020.All rights reserved
MARYANN BOSAH 