evermore

there were helicopters buzzing in the air
and automatic rifle shots,
people scrambling, screaming everywhere;
a fallen child;
a dangerous madman in black armor running wild!
warm blood flooding the hot street;
midnight heat;
slipping feet,
their dreams for the future flailing on the El Paso ground;
an empty exhaling sound
of hopeful promises newly lost that never would be found
over and over again like random pieces of shattered glass
cutting short every sacred Sunday mass;
a reluctant revolving American door
in constant motion sounding evermore
seeming to say there is no end to the endless hate-filled war:
melting pot?
more like soul rot.