Route 91 To Chaos

Chaos erupted in beds of trucks As victims ran and ducked, fragile And scared, as if the gunman cared As hot projectile tore through 59 souls While another madman’s wicked Intentions remain untold, as to why 59 had To die...enthralled in fun, frantic they run Or lay breathing the thoughts of pain Never to breathe hope again. This heartless mire of evil ran amok, Though thousands by sheer luck Blessed to duck, or shield a life, a wife. Killed in heroic chaotic love, only comes From above the clouds of disquieted Dismay of another day the dead bombarded The graves to soon, before noon we’ll Question our faith, and accept their fate As life’s chaotic hate, now it’s too late. Guns to protect, yet we suspect the killers Respect no laws or cause - let us pause Our prayers as our dead climb the stairway To Heaven. A moment of silence to stop The violence, we chant rhetoric, make Hectic the traffic jams, not giving a damn For the innocent life taken by gun, or knife. Life matters not to the one with a gun, as we Run in chaotic retort of excuses for the uses Of chaotic gun owners and loaners of death. Chaotic it seems, we dream of a better tomorrow To borrow money to dance and by chance make It home unscathed to sunbathe on a beach as We teach our children chaotic love comes only From above the heavens where angels dangle Or prayers in layers of chaotic hope so earth can Cope with another year of pain by the chaotic insane.