Hear pathetic, peristeronic sounds,
glorified pigeon’s monotonous cooing,
hunter’s prey, called white-winged Mexican Doves.
Sounds and shots signal long, hot, dry August days
in El Paso, Texas, at Walmart,
where hateful hearts sang out in murderous joy.
Supreme white-hot hate hammered home death
& destruction to familias con niños.
Pathetic politicians paraded past.
Look both ways into the hearts of men.
Mind the gaps. If you see only good, look again.
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Explicación: Next Monday, 3 August 2020, marks one year since 21-year-old gunman and homegrown Texan terrorist, Patrick Crusius walked into a Walmart store in El Paso, Texas, with his legally purchased assault rifle and murdered thirteen Americans, eight Mexicans and one German, and randomly wounded 23 other innocents, including children.
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Powerful piece, Bill
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Thank you, CE.
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Dear Bill,
I was visiting my brother last year when those shootings happened. Horrifying. Powerful piece of peristeronic poetry. Peace out.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle.
So much, too much of that.
Shalom, Bill
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Oh well….I had rather enjoyed your page up until now.
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Brilliantly done, Bill. So many. Too many.
Fabulous use of this ridiculous word
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Thank you, Dale.
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Nice work Bill! There is a darker side to everything. 😊☮️
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Thank you, John.
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Dark, different and a chilling reminder of a dreadful event.
My fifty-three!
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You have a wicked way with words, Bill😊 Brilliant reflection on a tragic event.
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Thank you, Sue.
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Surprising way not turn this tragedy into politics. Well done, however. Now I will know you when I read some of these challenges or when you visit. Thanks for the link.
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