The Illusion of Truth and Power

The gun that holds the truth,

is the gun that holds the power.

With one pop, you know its a disater.

Chaos and irregular heartbeats when you see the barrell..

But did you see the handle? 

It contains fingers and prints of a human, who knows that the movement 

of that trigger would spark a movement, would cause hasty decisions.. 

Things that would make the club go up on a Tuesday! (Drake)

People like to justify the love, lust, or anger that moved that gun..

But is the chaos and hype for the gun fair? The fear is overwhelming..

But what should we fear?

The chaos?

The Gun?

The fingers?

How amount the mind of the killer? The person with the trigger?

The man who wants answers or the lady who wants justice?

The gun hold power but the truth mimmicks the lie that the perosn wants you to believe.

You never bow to the gun, but to the power.

So what must we do to better understand this gun?

Ask the person with the mental trigger, holding the actually trigger to the truth and power.    

This poem is about: 
Our world

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