Equality.

It would be a lie to exclaim that we are anywhere near such a word.

The world whispers that we are nearing it. 

Yet somehow, actions of the people here have proven themelves liars. 

Here, I stand with my sisters and brothers in front of a massacre. 

I watch as their glazed eyes filled with tears and pale faces flushed with color. 

49 lives. 53 wounded.

We want to scream, to cry out, to set ablaze the earth exclaiming that they meant more than a headline on the news. 

But we know that we will not be heard. 

We look down at the candles. Months have past, but we still smell death. 

We urge each other to go on, to forgive, and be strong. 

Though how can we? Anymore, hatred leads to bullet holes. 

49 lives. 53 wounded. 

It was a night of music. 

It was a night of love and of fun. 

Futures of many hung in the balance of a 29 year old man. 

This was terrorism. Hatred. Malice Yet ignored to this day. 

Who would turn away from a wildfire? 

The word "gay" once meant happy. 

Now it is a word spat out with anger just because it claims a different form of love. 

49 lives. 53 wounded. And thousands being taught that equality will never be grasped. 

Rest well, our fallen angels.