The Day I Died at Mandalay Bay Was Sunday

Today is Monday

I died a day ago

O! Las Vegas

The day I died at Mandalay Bay was Sunday

 

Sunday night

Was it a starry, starry night, last night

Did I remember Vincent VanGogh, last night

Did Jack London or Hemingway come and join us, last night

The day I died at Mandalay Bay was Sunday

 

Sun down

Stars up

My heartbeat stopped at 10:05

That night

Ten minutes of terror

Under the heavy bullet rain

O! Last vegas

I died in your arms

 

Music is power

But music was bloody, Sunday

Songs were bloody, Sunday

Guitars had broken into pieces, Sunday

The day I died at Mandalay Bay was Sunday

Sunday looked at Sunday death

 

O! Love Vegas

Before I died, Saturday

Did I post something wrong on my Facebook

Did I sing a country song in my bedroom

Friday or/and Thursday

Did I listen to Bob Dylan

He was and still is my hero

 

O! Las Vegas

The day I died at Mandalay Bay was Sunday

This is Monday morning

I think I see Woody (Guthrie), father of country music

Weeping among the dead

 

Day in

Day out

Some days may arrive

Officials come and pray

Debate gun control, so far

Just words

The day I died at Mandalay Bay was Sunday

 

Loudly

One of the dead stands up

And shouting, repeatedly

“More guns, more homicides”

“Stop gun culture”

“No gun, no homicide”

“Stop gun society”

 

Moon on

Moon off

Tuesday, Wednesday will arrive

Officials will wait and see

The gun law

They will make America gun again

 

O! Last Vegas

The day I died at Mandalay Bay was Sunday

Who said, “Pure evil,” who said

This is not watering the flowers in the garden

This is deadly mass shooting rampage

This is domestic terrorism

This is domestic attack

This is domestic violence

 

O! Vegas

Does a citizen have “licence to kill”

Do people have “licence to kill”

 

O! Vegas

The entire desert is burning

 

O! Lost Vegas

The day I died at Mandalay Bay was Sunday

Aftermath blood flood

I strongly blame NRA,

National Rest-in-peace Association

 

Aung Way