The Echoes of a Gun Shot
Heavy hearts beating,
As hard footsteps slap
Against the ground,
In the shape of a flee.
Blood curling screams,
In the form of a plea,
Sends shivers through the city.
The gun shots
Pierce the air,
And sends fear
Across the nation.
That shows the very promise,
That our freedom
Is up for negotiation.
Crows darken the skies,
As beautiful, onyx bodies
Keep hitting the ground.
They keep telling us that,
“Guns don’t kill people,
People kill people”
But it is both,
Guns and people
Killing our people
This poem is about:
My country