The fool behind the trigger,
makes you so much bigger
as it gives you control.
But the power of it all,
it will soon take your soul.
Another soul for your crime,
another body for the grave.
To deny authority,
in this now faded reality,
is what your mind depraves.
Behold the end of age,
in the chambers eye.
Locked and loaded,
some may live,
some may die.
The power to take life,
lies in dangerous hands.
Your twisted will,
you shoot to kill,
dead bodies across the land.
Author notes
This is a poem that I wrote about the Columbine High School massacre.
Comments
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Wow. What a great job. Nice imagery. However the rhyme is thrown off in the third stanza. Based on the rest of the poem, the lines where is says "Locked and loaded, some may live" should rhyme.
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