Guns
Guns are like cars that hit people
To the point where they fall to the ground
laying there in a pool of blood.
Guns have the power to take over one's
life, like a person being
put under a witch’s spell.
Ending their lives in such tragedy,
after having so much of the world to
experience,
so much to learn and so much to enjoy,
but couldn’t because of that click of a gun.
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