On the recordJune 12, 2017
Mr. Speaker, I thank my colleague from Florida, Representative Val Demings. First of all, I thank her for her service in law enforcement and also for her husband, Jerry Demings' service in law enforcement and to remember the 1-year mark of the Pulse nightclub shooting. {time} 2030 I wrote a poem entitled: ``Our Pulse Still Beats.'' Inspiration from a brother lost too soon A place for his memory to play the tune Alas his pulse ceased A safe place for a rainbow of people Full expression was presented throughout this steeple They all danced to the pulsating sounds Then came a night of celebration For many friends from many nations On the move to impulsive grooves In the midst of the night a dark figure entered Hate-filled heart and soul a splintered His guns pulsating death. Horrors, and cries, as bullets fly Some they ran and some they died Their pulses ceased to be Brave officers infiltrated the scene A melee ensued amidst the smoke and gleam And in the end terror was silenced, the repulsive vanquished Medics and firefighters quickly came to the rescue Seeking out those who cried out with fading hues Come quick he is still breathing, wait she has a pulse In makeshift ambulances staining ER floors in red One by one saved from the dead On the monitor, pulses finally steady beep, beep, beep In the morn Orlando awakes in sadness But comes together as One above the madness The pulse of the city is unspeakable grief and unbreakable love From everywhere we came to the Center, the Blo…





