Bullets go flying by
But the click of the gun is silenced,
By the horrible screaming
As some other soul is forced to die.
The evils of us take yet another life
Away from its loved ones,
As children become orphans
And another widow is made of a wife.
While more drop dead to the ground
Shock floods frightened minds,
Who only want to know
Why another way can’t be found.
The shooter is fighting for freedom and just
And while some reasons,
Seem to make the action clear
Others make us ask if this is a must.
And when those whom are called foe
Lie dead at our bloody stained and mud crusted feet,
I wonder at all whether the gloried killers
Will have a single woe.
This is our legacy and our fate
But through all the swift pain and death,
All I can do is sit and wonder
When we too will meet our bloody date.