Tragedy falls near a bitter end

Communication with an old friend

Sitting beside me was a cold dark man

He had evil but no fear in his eyes

One man screams as he can’t believe his eyes

One man screams like babies cries

Streams of red and pools on the floor

People are running towards the door.

Door slams shut but not quite right

Waving fear into the cracks

We gave a scream and with all our might

We kept that bastard inside

When I close my eyes, I will forever see

That blank face staring right back at me

Held by the hair, waving, silent cries

What’s going on in his mind?

Happening so fast before my trained eye

How can we watch a young man die?

Running away with tears from this clown

We’ve let this dead man down.

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I often hear about tragedies that may have been preventable. We should not turn a blind eye in fear but gather together and defeat the evil in this world. Sometimes, if people would just stick together and not live in fear we might actually be able to save a life.
This poem is based on a Greyhound bus murder near Winnipeg at the end of july 08.

updated Aug 3 by Writing4Me