The Tunisian Massacre

In the sad week in which tourists were wantonly gunned down by a religious madman in Tunisia, here is a poem remembering the event.

The Tunisian Massacre

By the sea, by the beautiful briny sea
Tourists recline, enjoy sun and sand
But a shadow comes, a killing spree
And death stretches out a bony hand

The weapon fires, and the bullets thud
The dying cry out in pain, as they fall
And sunbeds splattered with blood
A laughing madman killing all

Now flowers under the sunshade say
What words cannot, upon this beach
And people mourn, remember, pray
Lives destroyed, lost hope with each

Now there is fear, now there is dread
Silence is all around, no more is said