R.I.P. Las Vegas

R.I.P. Las Vegas

It matters not where I was shot,

In my body, head, or brain.

The bullets did their damage

And I will not breath again.

I will lie here with the rest of us,

Shot for reasons we know not why.

I came to watch a concert,

And certainly not to die.

Yet another madman with a gun,

And reasons known but to himself.

My cold corpse another notch

Lying on a coroner’s shelf.

My parents, friends and kids

And most of all my wife

Left to wonder why I was picked

To have to end my life?

They can wrap me in a loyal flag

And lower me to my grave

For what I hope you’ll maybe ask?

The Second Amendment just to save?

Seumas Gallacher

Half a world away from Las Vegas, but there in spirit.

October 2nd 2017