DEADLY WAS THE NIGHT
Run fast! run! and try to hide from an evil night,
Fear Is an ugly sight, heroes run for their lives, they die.
Bullets rain from the sky, from a window up so high,
Screams are many, what rings out drops them to the ground.
Those whom were spared this night died forever a little inside,
By morning’s light so quiet as the dead lay still, no more alive.
On a peaceful night blood spilled plenty, no reasons or why,
Listen as music and song turn to never ending cries, death visits this night.
Faces from many places, fifty eight would meet their fate, In the wrong place,
Run for your life! a concert, a festival, how can such a thing happen, not right.
Make sense of It, If you were so lucky to survive, scars that will forever bring tears to your eyes,
Deadly was the night, by morning light spirits would fly high beyond the sky.
Keith Garrett
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Such a horrific act. Your poem says it all.
I had old friends there who were running and were lucky.
On Wed, Oct 4, 2017 at 4:39 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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I’m so glad they made it out.
One friend Is traumatized and angry
On Wed, Oct 4, 2017 at 5:31 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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It’s horrible
i have quite a few old friends that were there and they were lucky.
On Fri, Oct 6, 2017 at 4:07 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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I really wish we could know what led to this horrific act.
Thanks always
On Fri, Oct 6, 2017 at 10:56 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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