The easy Sunday started out with a blast
Three, to be precise
Another body hit the floor
Another life went to ruin
All these are what we could expect
In a country with more pride than respect
Another set of candle burn
Another song to cope with mourn
Then a profile picture change
And then, same old ‘who’s to blame?’
The lives the tragedy claims
‘tween your daily posts and games
Then something else take their place
Easier to digest, softer to embrace
Then the dead be forgotten
The wrong, forgiven
Life goes on and on
‘cept for the widows and the orphans