Evil
As the night grew old the story would unfold
Of innocent people with a story to be told
Out on a nite full of joy and excite
Not knowing the heartache that would shatter the nite.
As the people enjoyed,the evil shadows mingled side by side
Slayen by the guns and the bombs strapped to there sides.
supposedly terrorists more like cowardly lions.
As the night grew old the story would be told
Not a war to fight or a war to be won innocent people left dead by the gun.
So let us unite and take on this fight
And stand with our comrades on this sad Friday nite.
Copyright © John O Reilly | Year Posted 2015
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