Another hate crime.
Another death.
Another life gone
because of a gun.

Fatally shot outside a library.
People run to stop the shooter
but the damage was done
because of a gun.

Political difference, a possible motive.
Maybe gun laws aren't the problem.
In the UK people still die
because of a gun.

A city comes together
to celebrate love and loss
and remember those who
died in the past week
because of a gun.

We're all powerless!
Nothing is in our control;
not when we die,
not when we were born,
not what we do.
Law stops us or at least most of us.
We don't choose what we learn,
that was decided long before we were around
and will continue long after we go.
We are powerless!
We are unimportant,
unheard of,
silent.
Unless we have talent
even then
we are powerless!
We are the superior species,
we run the world,
we destroy everything!
Natural
or what we created,
we destroy ourselves,
the land were animals roamed
dinosaurs maybe,
now just a city skyline.
Just concrete.
We are powerless!
We are overrun by destruction,
by ourselves,
our systems,
our ideas of right and wrong.
We are powerless!
No matter how many persuaded
there is always
one
who remains in the past!
One
who will not change!
One
who is stronger than us!
that one
leaves us powerless.

Words can hit like a bullet
but the wounds are only metaphorical

the acts of one can **** another
one man and a gun killed someones brother,
someones sister, someones lover

one bullet leaves them dead
the blood they bled
left the ground stained red

they will be remembered for what another had done
by the actions of only one
with the power of a gun