He was the devil incarnate
To call him a murderer.
A misogynist.
Is the greatest understatement.
For he methodically shot fourteen women
After separating them from the men.
You may have noticed
I did not say his name
For a person this cold blooded and evil
does not deserve a name.
But there is also a monster within myself
that I see when I look in the mirror
Because I wish I could say
I would have been the hero
if I had been at Polytechnique that day.
Picked up a chair and smashed it over him.
Done something to save those women
After being separated from them.
But to be honest
I probably would have just ran away.
This fact will haunt me
for the rest of my days.
This is a really deep poem. Alot of emotion has been put into it. I really enjoyed reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
VOICES, Vol. I, #1,2011, ISSN 1927-2650, Toronto Writers' Co-op. Pg.39, read TAKE US FORTH, by Marie Marple Reid, about Montreal Massacre. TAKE US FORTH Sisters, we are your dead. Don't mourn for us Mourn for those who let us die On that bleak December day In Montreal. You who live Go forward for us Bonded with a strength Ever growing Ever spreading. We, your dead Know that we did not die in vain. (Marie Marple Reid, author reidmar52qyahoo.ca)