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.
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Author:
Wallace (
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Comments2
Why indeed!
I agree, thank you.
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.
Thank you.
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