Gunmen Poems - Poems about Gunmen

...Hello I'm agent Brown I am not in a good place Hi agent Brown it's okay I'm here for you it's the dark place again I can't breathe that's okay just breathe and talk sweetie I was doi......Read the rest...

...??????GASTON GLOCK THE GUNSMITH GOES HOME?????? Gaston Glock, the genius gunsmith, The gun guy behind mysterious myth And the groundbreaking Glock handgun, Produced the glock gun but now gone.......Read the rest...

...It was 1968 we'd gathered again in the school auditorium my tiny hands sweating only five years old while my name was called in all of this cold civil rights riots plagued my little brown mind sir......Read the rest...

...The story has been told of how those brave souls wander in the desert drinking urine for water and having dust for their supper while journeying to America and somewhere in the East violence erupts i......Read the rest...

...Could conditions terribly sad Lead captives to do something bad When a sheriff not cool Won’t let compassion rule Do lifers in prison go mad? Did structure that forms Gaza’s pen Encourage t......Read the rest...

...Caller Waller who was just about holding onto life said that he didn't remember what had happened when questioned by Police.Of course,that is understandable, as the lad had just been shot in the h......Read the rest...

...the assault rifles help whom exactly fraternity of gunmen silence from nra the killing of innocents continues as schools practice lockdowns nra rules senators vote for nra yes yes hip hip ......Read the rest...

...The gunman secures by his concealed identity shrouded in mystery, shadows lurking out of sight kills, by order, greed, and convenience. With blood-stained conscious Our land Sliding into anarc......Read the rest...

...World on a string By Michelle Morris 23/11/2022 You want everyone to think You've got the world on a string But no one seems to realise You're struggling with everything All your parties a......Read the rest...

...She'd entered my dwelling, my stalker a complete fatal attraction, mimicking my every move, simply distraught I was ,who could this intruder be, ripping pages on my Elliot Ness desk, pages I'd writte......Read the rest...

...They crept upon our shores eating away the inner core They crept upon our shore knocking on our barricade doors Tall stout men with peevish eyes and strange looks on their white faces Invade our q......Read the rest...

...Boy: When I grow, I want to be a Leader Bring positive change, And cancel the mindset of corruption; Education shall be my priority, As the illiteracy rate shall drop. Girl: When I grow, Roa......Read the rest...

...The horror has continued unabated, the killing of innocent mortals in our clime, and the attendant reprisals that follow has refused to stop. The scary and slippery road we took to get here I do not......Read the rest...

...I had brought a plastic gun for my little son; I thought he will feel the shoes of an army man. Lo! I saw him aiming at an urchin polite; Addressing himself as a hardcore terrorist… I stopped......Read the rest...

...Black hoodie, black gloves and a black balaclava Allegiances born of belligerent father A council estate with yards full of tyres A rucksack that’s laden with tin tacks and wires Cars outside......Read the rest...