Another senseless massacre
took twenty-six lives last night.
A small town’s peace destroyed
by the taking of so many lives,
and a nation cries
The news comes into our homes,
and though we’ve heard it before,
we sit in stunned silence and watch,
hearts breaking for all those who mourn,
and a nation cries
Flags fly low and heads are bowed
In memory of all those lost.
We try to forget such madmen’s acts
but can’t forget their terrible cost
So a nation cries…
Note: After hearing of the horrific tragedy in Texas on the news last night, I cried. I knew I was not alone in shedding those tears for all the lives cut short and loved ones left to mourn. This morning as I worked on my editing, my thoughts were repeatedly interrupted by the phrase, ‘and a nation cries.’ I was finally driven to write this as my way of expressing what I was feeling. May God bless and comfort all those whose lives were torn asunder by one sick soul.
The Writings of G. K. Bostic 