Confusion, that's what people feel with the first gunshot,
Hysteria, when the second one goes.
And they think about their loved ones, will they survive?
Really, What they're thinking about is themselves, will they
Live throughout the attack?
Imagine being in that crowd,
Every man and woman
Hiding, waiting, looking for a way out; observing the
Elegance as the
Bodies fall
Down
On the streets.
Eventually there are no more gunshots
Quizzed looks suddenly begin to turn up
Unable to find a reason for the tragedy, or a simple solution
And they begin to blame each other
Labeling one another, trying to find out which stereotype is
Responsible this time, for the deaths of our loved ones, or for the
Insecurity brought to the country.
Great, the government thinks, another crisis to
Handle.
Though they don't actually care, they only need to bring comfort not
Safeness.
Unsafe, all of us are unsafe.
Killing has now become a hobby, a sport,
Reality is no safe heaven, we are all
Afraid, afraid of one day not being able to wake up.
Indeed, its terrifying, hiding under the bed, feeling the
Numbness as furniture collapses,
Every wall, every window is un
-safe. What if they see me? What if they come in?
Running through the night
Unseen across the ground, would it be
So difficult to just leave us alone?
Some of us, most of us are
Innocent, we have not sinned and have a whole life
Ahead. Isn't it our right to live it?
Please, I beg. Please get
Away, give me a head start, I can still make it and
Live.
Every piece fits now, I can
See so clearly, I can remember yesterday and I can see
Tomorrow, I can see an
Incandescent light guiding me to where I'm supposed to go but
Nothing
Else.
Immense
Sadness washes over me as
I remember, as I feel the hole in my heart for all the people
Suffering I left behind.