Book Of Random

Stuff.

Sup. I'm just making a book of stuff. It's gonna contain poems, art, RANTS and other shit you will never know about. Let's get started, shall we, weirdos??

I recently heard of the terrorist attacks on Paris, and apparently they're headed to London. I am truly and deeply sorry for everyone who's lost their family or friends in these attacks. It's like the 9/11 all over again. Also, there's news and rumors that say they've already headed to China and killed a bunch of people, but no one really knows. So, to honor those who've died in the attacks, I decided to write a poem. (The poem is free verse and rhyming)

Our tears mixing with the rain, we cry, we hope, in vain. Of only they'd arrived earlier, perhaps we wouldn't be in pain. Instead of grey pavement, blood scatters the ground, but nobody hears a sound. Then a gunshot fires and that one is the last, the shooter knows we'll cry, and away the shooters cast. If only the officers arrived faster, if one survived, maybe, at least one more could thrive, just for the night. So when the attacks came plastered across the billboards and news, it gave families across the nation a fright. Drowning in their own tears, taken aback, when people who've lost someone hear of the attack. We wave goodbye to the ones we lost, and then we look back, but then, we stop. If only if the attackers were caught, we wouldn't have been grieving to such a cost. But broken and shattered, looming away from flattered, we cry at our loved ones, who are up in the sky.
Done, how'd you like it? My apologizes if it brought anyone to tears. Anyways, the subject is just terribly depressing. I don't know what it feels like. Share this with someone who needs it most.