Orlando Nightclub Shooting - Will You Ever Fail To Remember Or Forget That Night Poem by Bernedita Rosinha Pinto

Who could that be
so callous, so pitiless
who could shoot so many
who could wound so many
when only to a dance club
they had come to vibe a few hours
in togetherness and friendship
yes, the young and the beautiful
in quest of fun and frolic
had assembled there
without any forethought
without any fears
without any anticipations
of a gloomy ending;
they had come to dance
the night away;
seeking entertainment
till morning hours would calm
their vibrancy and zest for life.
They were not millionaires
but just common people
who were simple to the core
looking for a place to be
to share their love for life,
for friends and parties.
The night was silent outside
the music was loud inside
they were swaying
they were dancing
enjoying those moments
with enthusiasm that was valuable
to oneself and to those around
whom they loved and cared about;
but they never hoped they would drop
lifeless to the ground
as they had come to cast away their blues
till their minds would find
the relaxation they sought;
but as they swayed to the music
they fell down with cries
some died, some got wounded.
Was that what they had come for?
was that what their fate
had assigned them to encounter?
as many might have walked hand in hand
perhaps many might have been lovers
many might have been just new friends
and made so many promises to each other
but together they must have
never expected to face horror and bloodshed
as one by one got injured or died
when those bullet shots took them down;
how much they must have hoped
it was all not true
but the reflection of terror in a mirror
is not terror itself but
wounded bodies, mercy cries,
sudden deaths and grieving hearts,
that is what terror yields
thus shattering the grace
that humanity deserves
as no one wants to pass thro'
the journey of life without happiness,
without achieving their dreams,
and not without that natural death
destined by God
and not by an action of a cruel mind;
for when days will keep turning
the pages of years and memories,
will you ever fail to remember or to forget
that horrific night when unknowingly
a battlefront they faced
when bullets got ruthlessly sprayed
onto their faces, chests and bodies,
without a chance to escape
O' those brothers and sisters
those sons and daughters
who had nothing against anyone
who had no such an enemy ever
O' how they had to stand there and die
without a chance for prayers or farewells.