First round not a threat to life,
Initially many believed.
Fire-works, they began to look,
But colorful lights they did not see.
Screams from the crowd erupted,
People began to run and fall.
Blood started to flow,
From faces, necks and hearts.
Which way to run, no one knew.
What direction were the bullets coming?
At least 20 minutes it seemed, continuous rounds,
Automatic weapons rushing.
58 dead, over 500 injured,
Our city forever changed.
Pray for Las Vegas.
Each victim has a story and a name…
©Elizabeth Dianne Allee
October 3, 2017
Someone shot dear Cupid.
Who might it have been?
Fluffy winged cherub,
Who could be so grim?
Cupid, sweet spreader of new love,
Igniter of passionate desire.
I’m just sure the murderer,
Will become very familiar with fire!
I can respect the resentment,
One could develop over time.
Feeling ignored and abandoned,
No sharp arrows did they find.
But really now, it’s a bit much,
To take out the little guy.
He was just doing his job,
With love’s timing, he did comply.
I hope there is an apprentice,
Or we’re all doomed indeed.
Now that Cupid’s gone to heart heaven,
Leaving the world in desperate need.