Bloody Church
The hand was a blur as it appeared holding a gun.
I wanted to scream but my mind cried out run.
Please don't shoot, I thought I have a family.
Doesn't he know that this will be blasphemy.
The gun looked huge in the young man's hand.
The gunman was talking but I didn't understand.
As the first shot was fired everything slowed down.
I was amazed by the smell and the deafening sound.
It didn't seem real but there was the blood.
The sound of the body was a muffled thud.
As the first bullet entered I thought of my wife.
I love her more than I do my own life.
This can't happen, not here not in this place.
To kill in God's house is more than a disgrace.
As vacant eyes stare up towards the ceiling,
We'll all need to pray for the nation's healing.
Scott Williams
11/1/15
Any sad poem
Broken Wings
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