Shooting Spree Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Shooting spree

Roads cross
Steeles/Yonge

He stands at the light
In his hand holds a sign

'Homeless, hungry
Please help, God bless'

Red is cap, white writing
With mustache; smoky

Eyes blue but hidden
Weak, blinks, has tear

Lips busy whispering
Too far for listening

He is a dot; ninety nine
Do you see; percent one?

I foresee, he or she
Knife in hand or a gun
With a note on the site:

'Shooting spree'