In response to the the daily prompt.. my Heart goes out to the victims of Orlando shootings..
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Gretta was six, she was excited about something
she had made a house for her uncle to stay
uncle Jake was to come tomorrow
and he shall live in that little house of clay
she had made it with her tiny soft hands
how proud was she to make it so colorful
there was room for a garden
there was room for a big kitchen
the house was huge, she looked at it all day
she asked her mom a thousand times
when was uncle Jake coming to see her surprise
her eyes sparkled with enormous joy
the time was about to come, the following day
in the meanwhile
someone with a gun, accompanied uncle Jake
yes, it was the city of Orlando’s sad fate
shootings happened, many dreams died
nothing but thick red blood in sight
the cops had called to inform the family
Mom spoke on the phone really softly
tears rolled down from her eyes to her cheeks
Gretta stood behind, she consumed the reality
she didn’t speak a word, she didn’t cry
she simply went to the house she had made
there was now some more work to be done
she had to REBUILD that house of clay
now with a Coffin inside
where uncle Jake would Rest in Peace
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