Dangerous Woman - Are You Still Coming To Manchester To Sing Again? Poem by Jacson Gelato

Our young have just died
a few days ago,
they were alive
when you last came here to sing,
they might have hummed
the songs you sang,
they might have even tapped their feet
to your music
when you rocked on that stage;
but as they were leaving your show
to reach their homes
a bomb explosion disintegrated
their existence into splinters,
injuries, bloodshed and deaths;
some into morgues got shifted
some onto hospital beds admitted,
they were daughters, sons
brothers, sisters, loved ones.
That night, the city of Manchester
in bereavement trembled
as each family knew someone they lost.
They had gone to watch your show
hear you sing, enjoy the music,
some of them never made it home alive;
doesn't that make you feel any remorse? .
Are you still coming to sing here again?
The mud in those graves
has still not touched our young who died,
their beautiful and innocent skin
still so fresh like flowers of spring,
are you thinking this was just fun?
If a beggar had money in his pockets
he would not beg for more
to compensate those who have died
due to his acts of negligence;
if a King had lost an army
without a purpose or without a reasonable cause
he would not stop regretting with disgust;
if a funeral has to reach the cemetery
even the funeral band switches to
a melancholy note as a mark of respect;
even a national flag at a half-mast flies
when in a city tragedy occurs and people die;
will a mother who has lost her child
not silently choke and weep
if that singer will come and sing again
when her child had gone to hear
that voice, her songs
but never returned home alive again?
That loss so irreplaceable, so irreparable
within that mother's heart,
will you please realize this?