the loud echo of the horror
shatters a million explanations
how could the unimaginable happen
again? how could a happy concert
become a killing field?
united in disgust and dark emotions
speechless and dizzy, we stand
maybe we are holding hands, maybe
we hear ourselves singing
we see the proud facade of the Mandalay
a golden scar in the desert
something has been stolen from US
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is humanity stolen from US?