One Sick Person
We’ll never understand what makes
A random gunman tick.
To shoot a stranger does imply
That person must be sick.
Yet even if that is the case,
There should be in the brain
A message getting through demanding
That he should refrain.
A bunch of people shopping
Or a rider on the Q
Or a class of 4th-grade students –
Not a one of them who knew…
That his life would soon be over;
There’d be no more stress or fun,
All because of one sick person
Who had access to a gun.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2022
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