Fort Hood. Poem by Michael Gale

Nothing good...
Happened today, at Fort Hood.

Blood was spilled...
Some were injured, or killed.

When will all the killing stop? ...
I only hope that we'll be able to
hitch a ride, on the peace truck,
that we can hop.

The blood was shed...
Many are dead.

When will it stop...
Whare was a cop?

One cop has died..
His family, will, have cried.

Many tears will over flow...
No sense at all, to be
revealed and to show.

This is crazy. This is sad...
Something happened,
that was bad.