They came to dance and have fun.
Life cut short from the barrel of a gun.
Why did they have to die?
Their mothers, fathers, family and friends cry.
God looks down, “What have you done?”
These and you are all my creation.
See the dove, we must replace our hate
With love before it is too late.
To honor those who die,
This Tuesday wear a black tie.
John M. Kingery