They were conversing, laughing;

Having a good time like normal people,

And the teens don't seem dangerous –

Why should they? They're just kids, only kids:

People forget that kids can kill.

It's not night, not dark, not scary,

The park is bright and densely populated,

Society has shed prejudices and life is safe – sanctified,

But we're losing track of meaning,

And, these days, freedom's just a word;

The shouts for help brought others; too few, too late,

And recordings tell of blood and hysteria;

Pure terror filtered through, from person to person,

-She's choking in her own blood, be quick! –

And the bodies are battered and bloody;

Eyes crying scarlet as they lie like dummies; Still, staring

In wounded condemnation; only the dead may judge.