
“Massacre of the Innocents” by Reagan Charles Cook
(Regarding the Las Vegas massacre)
deep runs depravity
seething psychosis
the fertile milieu
for ovarian evil
new hatreds are made
inside madness
a birthing of bloodlust
cold craving for murder
horrendous of scale
uncountable bullets
tear into the peace and
the pith of an innocent
neon lit evening
uncountable wounds
make the music to bleed
and the civilized
sidewalks to scream
of why and of who
turn the dry desert air
moist with terrified tears
and the desperate questions
again and again
and then over again
are repeated repeated
too many times asked
still unanswered
Love the poem – hate what happened…
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a terrible day
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Prayers.. loved the poem. Nice one sir
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The guns of hatred anger slicing the throats without fear and make a tearful massacre. your poem is very nice. Thanks for sharing.
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much appreciated
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Pounding drum beat of the last six lines. The picture speaks of horror deeper than the news on TV. My we never become numb to the power of the arts to transcend even foul murder. This is magnificent, Paul.
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it’s; all I could do for the victims
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