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Shot's Fired


Bullet Flying

As shots fired

By ichy trigger fingers

Untrained and uncontrolled 

Lazy be the murder 

With acess to an end

Fearful the child on the bullet's face

Bullets flying 

As shot fired

By ichy trigger fingers

On the hands of men

Crazed by anger 

By women consumed by revenge 

Shots fired Bullets flying 

Gun now in the hand of terrified child

Shaky hands and ichy fingers 

Driven mad by by booms of shots past 

Easy the amends to an end

Lazy was the murderer

Lazy the avenger 

lazy the terrified 

Bullets flying 

As shots fired

By ichy trigger fingers

On the hands of patriots

A nation of trigger happy crazies 

So question

what do you ask

Should we have guns or who shot first?

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