It was yesterday.
Anguish and pain;
Lamenting the narrow halls
Screams and cries;
Music to some's ears; they were .
A tremendous loss, in a fraction
Fraction of a depleted moment.
Women and children;
Thousands and thousands
Move to the grave in procession.
Burying their beloved;
Burying their cursed;
Burying their memories too.
Little did they know,
Money couldn't buy; and
Bullets couldn't kill
Chauvinism.