Gunpowder and Orchids

dedicated to the 49 victims of the Orlando Pulse nightclub shooting

The bullets dance across my back,

The guns hide behind my teeth,

They pressed my name on a shiny new plaque,

Along with the jagged bodies that can't breathe.

Their eyes are too vacant to see,

Far too numb to be shocked,

Automatic flares go off every other week,

While the families are left to rot. 

Outrage spreads for a day then stops,

When the headlines say it's okay,

And our fear sleeps in the alleyways,

Until the headlines flash red,

And another 49 lie dead. 

Love was coated with dust,

Their safety soaked in rust. 

People gather and mourn,

While mothers and fathers are left scorned. 

Hatred flowing through innocent blood,

Humanity lost in the bullets flood. 

Author's Note

Dedicated to the victims and families of the Orlando Pulse nightclub shooting which was the worst mass shooting in American history.

Reviews

[Bear]

Nicely said Twiggy, the hate, and madness that can hide behind a person's face is staggering when you see it unleashed like what happened in Florida. Hate seems to be easier than understanding for too many people and the right to judge others becomes a holy right and persecution their duty. Clap! Clap! Clap!

[Emily]

LOVE that first stanza!
Awesome writing!
Keep it up!!