In Memory of the Las Vegas tragedy, Author, Cheryle Boyle, writes about that riveting event and notes that even though living across country in Atlanta, GA, hearts were heavy from the senseless violence.

58 Angels

by Cheryle Boyle

They showed up by the thousands wanting to sing
In unison they lit their phones, which brightened the night sky
Shoulder to shoulder they stood without a care
Listening to the notes and the pleasures they bring

58 Angels, are who we hear sing!

Their phones lit singing to our great flag
Race or Religion didn’t matter that night
God Bless America, together we stand
If still here, is what they would brag

58 Angels, are who we hear sing!

The band was all smiles and took to the stage
The shooter above them carefully selecting his gauge
His tactics were precise and motive unclear
To the thousands that lay prey, he was someone to fear

58 Angels, are who we hear sing!

The shots rang out, the crowd failed to respond
Thinking theatrics, fireworks crossed their minds
Until loved ones started dropping, with strangers helping in kind
No one would guess the evil this shooter would unwind

58 Angels, are who we hear sing!

Running forward and back and from side to side
The unsuspecting had nowhere to hide
The bullets came from far above as if being delivered from a dove
The shooter above them, loaded for bear.

58 Angels, are who we hear sing!

The innocent feeling like they were in a cage
17 rifles stacked and waiting their page
Bullets flying from 32 floors high
Little did they know, in a short time, so many would die

58 Angels, are who we hear sing!

The gunman is gone, dead as can be
He had nowhere to go, he could not flee
Many injured, and 58 passed for no reason at all
That night, together we stood as a nation so tall.

58 Angels, are who we hear sing!

For the video version of this Poem, please visit my YouTube channel.