Death Propelled…

Bullets rip through the air

Piercing innocent and delicate skin

Justice provided by those caught in angers snare

The need for power… deafening   

Religion and money take hold

Cowardly humans care not of years

Raping the young, beating the old

Leaving this world broken…in tears  

Gangs engaged in bloody fight…

sounds of fury echo through the sky.

Hiding under bed covers at night…

fearing human life...is it condemned to die?

 

Just like the trees so easily felled

Continue to fight…see death propelled

 

 

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