An Ode To Amy
A senseless act of destruction
As he walked through the train
Eyes searching random faces
Aimlessly brought death and pain.
No rhyme or reason to the gore
All colors and races did he choose
His rage was not stopped before
He looked at her, shot her once.
Out of her death a life was saved
And a piece of her still lives on
Her organs were given by her family
And with her gift my pain was gone.
Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016
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