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Oct 2017
Bullets flew as the music played,
Jason Aldean upon the stage,
the music stopped, chaos began,
screams and gunshots, people ran.

For ten minutes it rained death,
chaos ruled the aftermath,
the blood flowed and people died,
and all we can do is ask why?

Some blame the guns, others the man,
politicization, soon out of hand,
you can not legislate morality,
in a broken and divided society.

We say prayers for the injured,
and send condolences for the dead,
these are the matters at hand,
as rumors and hate swirl through the land.

Was this an Islamic plot,
some say yes, others not,
who knows what is the truth,
every media offers proof.

But their agenda isn't news,
don't know if I can believe their crews,
too many lies told on the page,
and from anchors on the stage.

From blood and bullets chaos reigned,
yet we learn nothing from the pain,
except to cast blame and divide,
the chasm opens ever wide.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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