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Jordyn Overstreet Poem
He lay there in the shadows with a gun in his hand. saying that his actions where those from another land.
One shot, two shot, three shot, four. 49 dead and still counting more.
Two men wait in silence for the guns and screams to stop. But the guns shots through both there hearts was enough to make them drop.
Tears were scattered and heart were shattered, All wishing for the night to an end.
A sister was taken, a brother was lost, a wife was stolen, and a husband was the cost.
A family was broken. And a lover was put to rest. All for the thought of someone liking the same sex.
Over 100 coffins where made that night. And over 100 people died to fight.
And if that wasn't enough, those people had always had to be tough and fight through life.
-Jordyn Overstreet
Copyright © Jordyn Overstreet | Year Posted 2018
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