Black Powder
Across the land many are dead
As the plague of black powder spread
With a flash and a thunderous sound
Its victims fall to the ground
There is no cure for this disease
No vaccine the pain to ease
And when black powder spread to the brain
It reloads again and again
Black powder sparks a flame to kill
For those who hate to get a thrill
And one by one its victims fall
Leaving sorrow in its pall
Black powder stories on the news
Only the innocent pay their dues
Who will stop black powder death?
No one can, don't hold your breath
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11-10-18
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2018
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