Why.

Wallace

Shots ring out.

Voices loudly shout.

Peoples safety in doubt.

People run and scream.

Blood flows like a stream.

Scene like a nightmarish dream.

Bodies on the floor.

Everywhere blood and gore.

The beast does loudly roar.

Reason for killing unknown.

Killer home grown.

Evil seeds have been sown.

 

  • Author: Wallace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 18th, 2018 02:23
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  • Goldfinch60

    Why indeed!

    • Wallace

      I agree, thank you.

    • dusk arising

      What price freedom and democracy? What price capitalism when theres profit to be made from selling a firearm without discrimination, no questions asked/suitably answered.
      Excellent provocative writing.

      • Wallace

        Thank you.



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