The Music Stopped - Poem by Mai Venn
Thunder roles from guns were observed,
Mutilated young bodies
Arranged in red locks across the crowded room,
Shock, dismay and carnage,
Weeping tears mixed with speechless teens,
Surrounded by extraordinary slaughter,
Bewildered young people, damaged for life.
Why? That is the question.
Will we ever get answers to this mystery?
Is it a mystery or an event foretold?
What did it all accomplish?
Media hype to drive Europe into submission.
Did it work? That is another question.
Who will give us this response?
The grim reaper of death, mingled amongst them,
Who gathered the bleak harvest of souls.
Newsflash on our radios and televisions,
The world looks on, helpless and disturbed.
Each country wondering, ‘Will we be next? ’
All feel heart-rending emotion for France.
We express grief with them and for them,
May their loved ones rest in peace.
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