One Shot, Two Shot, Three Shot, Four

Mon, 03/11/2019 - 00:29 -- Esstarr

You pulled the trigger

You pulled the trigger once but he still moved

You pulled the trigger again as his body convulsed with no restraint

You pulled the trigger as his eyes stared blankly up at you 

You pulled the trigger as his lungs released air he no longer needed

You pulled the trigger again but he was far gone.

You pulled the trigger, with no remorse

You pulled the trigger, as if you had no choice

You pulled the trigger, you listened to the wrong voice

You pulled the trigger, you ended a life

You pulled the trigger, you cut my heart and filled me with strife

You pulled the trigger you gave your bullets, but with every bullet you took,

You took a son from his mother, from his father

You took a nephew from his aunt, from his uncle

You took a grandson from his grandmother, from his grandfather

You pulled the trigger and you took more than you'll ever know

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
My family
My community

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