Mourning

While jogging through the park, it suddenly it became very dark.

There was a loud boom, followed by a feeling of doom.

Upon looking at the sky, a black cloud immediately passed by.

The trees, grass and flowers became totally gray,
Which obviously shouldn’t happen in the beginning of the day. 

The light of the morning sun had banished,
Faster than the bluebird’s song that vanished.

The animals all heard the clatter,
In which they chaotically began to scatter.

The enormous frightening sound came from the river,
Which made my heart pound and my body shiver.

While I was slowly creeping and seeking, 
There were people looking and weeping.

What we were witnessing didn’t make any sense,
It was the deliberate mass murder of innocence.

Looking at this catastrophic devastation of total destruction,
Creating nothing but a horrific and hideous production. 

Filling the air with anger, hatred, helplessness and sorrow,
Praying that there will be a tomorrow.

William P. Frasca

Copyright 2001-2011
William P. Frasca