Hindsight
When someone is murdered
Is it not someone’s……………….
Father or mother
Son or daughter
Aunt, uncle, cousin…………..
Husband or wife
Was it someone who was loved
In many different ways
By many different people
Taking one life
Destroys the very fabric of existence for many others
Did they deserve to die ?
And if they did
Was it your right to do it to them
When you murder someone, you are playing God
You have the power of life and death right in your hand
At your very fingertip
Just aim and squeeze
It’s just that easy
Someone somebody knows
Has just fallen
Because of our insane fascination with guns
The power over another existence
Bought, sold and paid for
Is any of this sinking in ?
I doubt it !
Eric (and sometimes not)
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