Look around!
Do you hear that awful sound
A sound that immediately makes you frown
Gun Fire! Duck down!
The sound of that dreadful bullet piercing through its victim's skin
Giving his family no reason to grin
Giving rise to an even greater sin
"Vengeance is mine, thou must not commit"
It's like Gods word goes through one ear and is thrown into a bottomless pit
It's this blatant disregard
That causes excruciating pain in my heart
Is it retaliation or just pure hate
To take something precious, to take something great
A life
All of this caused by a mere fight
this could have been avoided
If they had humility
They would have had the ability
to withdraw
Using energy not permitted to the poor
Furthermore I implore return the gun back to the store.
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Escape
PoetryJohnny finds escape from his hectic life by writing poems in his diary, the only thing that stops him from becoming insane is poetry.
