Gun
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It was Christmas Day and a horrible incident was about to unfold.When it happened, I was only four years old.It was Mom's last Christmas, she'd never have another.I found my dad's gun and I shot and killed my mother.
Wolves howl on this silent night.
Singing out anguish to the moon.
Letting their fear and anger be known.
Raising their voices, letting their pain be known.
Bang! Bang!
The gun sang and the sound rang as he hangs
His blood spilt inside of the house he had built
Filled with guilt; you rapidly rose
He turns a cyrstal pale and looks so frail
Protection
It's what I grew up knowing I had
What would happen when all that went bad
Took two seconds
Was that not enough?
Growing up in Southcentral was truly rough
All I could see,was a fine silverit was so quick,but my heart was even faster,for this silverit could not outrunme in this raceBut, sadly I couldnot replace me for youas my regret
I am a tortured human soul,
The world would be better, If I go.
If I leave this world behind,
What is the place I’ll find?
I can’t live, with this pain,
Years from now
say 2034
I stand around
wanting nothing more
than to be where i am
a place so grand
everything according to
a careful plan
The walls are soft
How many times,
Do we have to die?
How many times,
Does our blood have to fall?
How many times,
Will mothers bury their children?
When tragedies happen
we often think, "it didn't happen to me,
So it doesn't matter as much"
we think we are a safe distance from the violence.
That's what they want us to think.
As a kid
two brothers on either side
of my timeline
our play time was mostly
outside,
playing violent baseball
and digging up worms for fishing.
In doing this
I never understood
Pay attention.
I’ve got something to say
Figured that this way, you’d listen
People are dying. Mad Men with guns.
for lives lost
at the end of a gun
and those wounded
at the hands of
a bullet
i pray for
your peace but
more importantly
i pray for
your justice
His hands are calloused and torn,
browned by the sun as always but
now they are stained red with blood
Silent, he grips
the butt of his rifle with one hand
and a dirty cloth with the other
They said you died in the war that wasn't yours.
They said you fought a fight you didn't start.
They said you fought hard not to fight
Sitting on the floor,Our hands interlocked, pulling,My eyes watering,
The anger in his eyes,The suffering, the madness,The gun between us.
Oh say can you see
By the dawn’s early light
Narcissism and bureaucracy
Have distorted our sight
Oh say can you see
Our criminal justice system favors the rich
I am walking around in the company of friends at 2200h.
It’s a well lit highway, even more lit by our tranquil laughter.
A police land rover pulls over
Uniformed armed cops jump out
And cover us with their AK 47s.
I hear piercing screams from the burning village.
From scared women, adults and underage.
Oh! The terror of this pillage!
I am standing behind the muzzle of a smoking gun,
And I can’t stop firing, “Bam! Bam!”
Pursuit of happiness, liberty, and life, tell yourself that it is how it is
But where’s happiness and liberty when there’s no life to begin with?
Don’t make no sense
Ever since 2008, Obama has been on the debate
Life Taken By the Gun
By: Miracle Strong
The rain began to pour
As I walked across the shore
His arms bleeding leading to his destination
Age 5, his innocence defies life. Age 8, he's smarter now, I wonder what'll he be. A fireman? Oh, we'll see.Age 12, alive and well.
GunshotsWho could it be?I picture a student in ill-fitting clothing and unwashed hair.What kind of rifle? Is this how I'll die?What will I say when I beg for my life? I stop breathing. Eyes are frantic My heart sinks like lose change.I Imagine all
The fire was crackling,
burning my eyes with fear,
I'm engulfed in the heat and my heart speeds as fast as the bullet that was shot
into my mother's chest when she went to war.
Hey it's me, your son.
You see Mom,
Jesus.
I'm sorry Mom.
Oh God, I didn't mean to do this mom.
I've got time for this last call, and it went straight to voicemail.
She was awoken from her sleep
by a loud weep
something like a cry
yep , all night she wondered why
To live without you
is just like any other day in my shoes
you act like you are always going to be here.
but when I go home and stare at my phone I realize that you really don't care
Tick, tock, dark thirty, the clock summons the block
Smoke funneled, now comes around in the name of honor
There is no room in my life for bullets.
There's no room for rifles, not for handguns, not for anything that fires.
I have seen too much.
I spent my childhood afraid of bombs,
Step step run . Someone's trying to pull the trigger of the gun. Trying to shot your happiness and joy.
The gun of jealousness. The gun of hate
The gun that trys to ruin your fate.. but if you turn around and try to ignore it
You Wish You Can Take Back That Clit Clat
BUT when The Clip Claps...
Bodies Go SPLIT SPLAT
Mothers Screaming
Kids Crying
You Just Had To RISK THAT ?
Another soul was lost
A soul who forgot the meaning of hope
A gun to the head
No warning given to others
Why?
I guess he just gave up
#RIPCameron
Oh I’d go through all this pain,Take a bullet straight through my brain. Yes I would die for you babe.But you won’t do the same.
…
A normal day like any other,
You smile across the room.
I make my way to talk to you,
Then screams erupt, but whom?
Our eyes dart to the open door,
Where classmates hurry by,
Twenty little souls, glowing and bright.
Flowing in the wind, like brave little kites.
Twenty eager minds, ready to learn.
Wheels in their head, starting to turn.
Twenty little souls, glowing and bright.
Flowing in the wind, like brave little kites.
Twenty eager minds, ready to learn.
Wheels in their head, starting to turn.
I one was as a-rottin' As you'd think a man could be I spent my days a-loadin' My 1873
I had no wife to watch me I'd lost her years ago As for my one and only son He had no fights to own
You mean when a caterpillar
liquefies itself into a butterfly?
Just melting in ice
Or the transformation within
the belly from embryo
to a bundle of joy?
Cute cuddly darling.
In theory I never knew the weight of the hoodie.
Contrast in its color as it grapes over my skin.
Indeed I was mightier with the cape over my lens.
Strolling pastimes, my ears were shuttled by noise.
I saw it all, just because my locker was next to his.
His silent cries, the bully can't hear
ring through my own two ears.
The bully will push and shove,
and the kid will be silent, but cry out for love.
Im surrounded by familiar faces,
The choice has been made I will meet my demise,
Torture is realized, life flashing before my eyes,
I place the gun to my head as I begin to die.
All it took was one shot
For you to spiral down the drain
‘Cause though you may have fought
You couldn’t evict the pain
All it took was one thought
For you to decide it was time
Trotting through the hot narrow alley, rifle on my back.
My companion to my left: Richard, I think.
The sound of gunfire boiling in the distance.
Little Souls, blind death
Christmas was close
But Jesus planned it differently
Loud cry, melancholy spirit
It was a gloomy year
A gloomy december
You will always be remembered
Tragedies are an interesting concept.You can spend hours doing the aftermath,how did we end up on this path?A town, full of smiles and laughter. A beautiful image to capture.Twenty young minds ready to learn.
Thanks for giving the time of day
The night of light
The food to eat to see my life
Everywhere that summer there angles
When we got the call that he ended it all
My heavy tears flowed down my cheeks.
My pen and paper took the pain as my hands shook.
I dropped you off at school just like any
other day. I never thought you’d be taken
away. Your smile still burns in my mind.
Nathan, you, must have been so scared that day.
8pm and orange setting suns. the soft spring nights resemble what is to come.
The track smells of melted plastic with lines of deep blue, the midwest sun glaring, relentless and with no hue.
BOOM.
Get down,
Go where it’s safe
There’s nothing to worry about
It’s just a firecracker
The celebratory roar
I thought I knew him
I thought he was the missing piece of my life
I thought he'd never smash my world to pieces
I thought he'd always be there.
I thought the years ahead would be filled with joy
With the bend of a finger
Another man is dead
With a bend of a finger
He’s been shot in his head
They say there’s an unimaginable ache,
The flip of your stomach that screams for you to pull the trigger
Control is cold and heavy in your hands
Power sits idle between your fingers begging for release
Sitting, staring blankly into space
You can't see anything
Nothing at all
Except that image in your head
A faint figure standing behind you
It is you
You are powerless
Back in the ‘60’s the movement began
From Memphis to Selma the freedom trains ran
Rallies and demos the fires did fan
As civil rights came into focus
America
Land of the Free, Home of the Brave,
The Land of the Depraved and Enslaved
Where voting is a universal right fought for by centuries of plight
The screams of bullets pierce the sky,
As sounds of suffering resound across the night.
The little boy with the gun wondering "Why?"
Stands in the middle of this agonizing sight.
Click-snap-bang-boom,
range gun shot in zoom lenz,
don't step on my toes,
ill step on your toes too,
you at the barrel of a gun (I say boom) ,
love your looks so,
i shot your ex to get to you,
