84 Soul By Mai Venn Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

Drove thought the promenade to kill
Little children, parents, young and old
Could anyone desire to see blood spill
So heartless, cruel and abnormally cold
How could someone plan such a slaughter?
On a happy holiday families night of fun
A massacre of young life, our son and daughters
That white ghostly truck drove down the way
Killing 84 souls on the centenary of Bastille Day

May all your love one rest in peace