Alex Pretti Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The morning sun, a gentle gold,
Touched the streets where stories unfold.
Alex, a nurse with helping hand,
Fell silent in this promised land.

Ten shots rang out, a cruel, harsh sound,
On Minneapolis hallowed ground.
Then words like shadows, dark and deep,
Accused him while he lay asleep.

A gun he held, they falsely said,
Terror in his heart, they bred.
A massacre planned, a motive grim,
Each claim a lie, so cold and dim.

But truth, a seed in darkest soil,
Will bloom in time, despite the toil.
And light will shine, where shadows creep,
To wake the world from slumber deep.

T.M.Solvang