I wrote this poem the night I heard of the Colorado movie theater tragedy.

 

The Bullets That Fly

In this place

On this night

In the air

Something not right

 

As they sat

And watched a show

All excited

With hearts aglow

 

Then the sound

Of cries, of pain

The rumble of feet

An oncoming train

 

Shots in the dark

All too near

Flashes of terror

Evil is here

 

This life we have

For granted some take

Minutes like hours

Hearts now break

 

Why did this happen

Why did they die

Why can’t we stop

The bullets that fly…

 

-peace

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