I cry
For love.
Twelfth June
Twenty sixteen,
Queer men kissed
Omar Mateen Seethed.
Fed on rancid seeds of hate
In his hands, he held their fate.
Oh, the queer pearls we lost,
Forty-nine souls the cost.
That dark Latino night
We froze in fright.
Oh, Orlando,
For you
I cry.
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Orlando Pulse Club Mass shooting
On June 12, 2016, Omar Mateen, a 29-year-old security guard, killed 49 people and wounded
53 others in a terrorist attack inside Pulse, a gay nightclub in Orlando, Florida United States. Orlando Police Department officers shot and killed him after a three hour standoff.
Pulse was hosting a "Latin Night" and thus most of the
victims were Latinos.
It is the deadliest incident of violence against LGBT people in U.S history and the deadliest terrorist attack in the U.S. since the September 11 attacks in 2001.
At the time, it was the deadliest mass shooting by a single shooter in the
U.S., being surpassed the following year by the Las Vegas shooting.
This poem is a tribute to the fallen innocent pearls. Commentary from Wikipedia.
