Death Comes Easy
death comes easy
to a finger on a trigger
hiding behind a soul
with no conscience
a thief with nothing of his own to steal,
bloody hands and empty heart,
he runs to evade death
he runs to evade justice and retaliation
he runs to evade fate
that hunts him down
eventually. He
smiles at the TV screen, eating supper,
hearing another senseless loss, washes
his food down with a gulp of cold beer,
kisses his gun. Satan’s slave,
living in darkness filled with hate and rage.
With no hope for his future he steals
futures and dreams.
death comes easy
to his finger on a trigger
hiding behind a soul
with no conscience
Aims
Fires
Takes away life
Aims
Fires
Runs to preserve his own
failing to realize,
without a future
he is already
dead.
death comes easy
to a finger on a trigger
hiding behind a soul
with no conscience
.....STOP THE VIOLENCE! .....
Copyright © Danetta Barney | Year Posted 2015
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