Last Sunday, down in Texas, a killer paid a call;
To a sacred congregation, at a religious meeting hall!
He had concealed a loaded shotgun, with murders on his mind;
He thought his prey would be defenseless, but that was not the case, he’d find!
He pulled his weapon out and fired, two innocent Souls lay dead;
But then, before he could continue, some bullets landed in his head!
For a trained firearms instructor, had saved this saddened day;
He blew his sickened brains out, and put the demon right away!
So, instead of what could have been dozens, only two dear lives were lost;
People thankful that their lives were saved, but crying for the painful cost!
The epitome of mixed emotions, solemn solace for two dear mates;
Paired with joy and jubilation, that it had not been many mores fate!
Two innocents slain
But before he could kill more
The monster went down
This poem is about the church shooting last Sunday, in White Settlement, Texas, a suburb of Forth Worth. By God’s Grace, a horrible massacre was prevented. Of course, we deeply mourn for the two innocent Souls who lost their lives.