Monster Came To Vegas. Poem by SEGUN RASAKI

A monster came to Vegas, to massacre.
He came not for the fun but to kill the fun.
He snuck into a hotel, he took his time to dine and wine.
He mingled with the crowd, he took his time to survey his targets.
He preyed on the fun-loving regular Joes, and Joneses.
Wail! , the Monster has massacred the masses.

He was in the midst of Jack, Jill and Jane.
He saw smiles and joy on these Vegas strip patrons but he was planning evil against them.
This coward covered his massive arsenal of weapons of mass destruction with darkness of the night.
He detested the smiling faces at the casinos, and the happy people at the black jack tables, because bile was circulating in his veins.
The monster personified evil, the extreme of wickedness, as he rained hot lead into the anatomy of men, women, and children in the darkest hours of a black Sunday.
Wail! , the Monster has massacred the masses.

Monster, massacred the masses, he made people mangled each other against the stanchions.
The monster in his sadistic mind was rejoicing at the sight of blood flow where joy was flowing inter alia.
He rejoiced at the sight of a terrified crowd in a stampede, running for their dear lives.
Husbands covered their wives and children and laid down their lives for their families.
Where evil was unleashing terror, the good and best in ordinary souls came out to render extraordinary help to the helpless.
Wail! , the Monster has massacred the masses.

While the coward was mowing down the defenseless, the gallantry of everyday patriots came to the fore front to render much needed help to the wounded with ingenious improvisations to save lives.
The Vegas strip became a war zone, and there was pandemonium, a lone soldier of evil was delivering his message in a most despicable fashion.
Cry, Cry, I say Cry for these fallen heroes who were cut down in their primes,
Soldiers who did not die in active combats, only to be taken down by a senseless coward in an unsuspecting fashion.
Wail! , the Monster has massacred the masses.

Cry, Cry, I say Cry for the teachers and office workers, blue collar guys, country music fans, who never imagined that regular disaster drills in schools and work places would never be of any help in a situation like this.
Cry, Cry, I say Cry for the students, the teenagers who never imagined that a Vegas strip of entertainment and Joy would become Vegas strip that flows with hot blood from gun injuries that will leave unforgettable scars.
Cry, Cry, I say Cry as what happened in Vegas on this Black Sunday can never stay in Vegas, the whole World is crying for Vegas.
Wail! , the Monster has massacred the masses.

Those who lost loved ones surely will cry until they can shed no more tears, but weep no more for we shall all meet again.
Another disaster of unimaginable proportion just threw a blanket of gloom on this Nation.
The terrorist from within had brought doom on the happy people of God's own Country.
Wail! , the Monster has massacred the masses.
God help us, we can take this no more, please help.