I remember childhood panic
My sister as a cowboy
Chasing around the garden
Bang bang, you're dead
I remember that fear today
Weeping over other people's children
Imagining their pain
Bang bang, they're dead
I want to comfort them
But there is nothing to say
Nothing to do, nothing changes
Bang bang, we're dead
Guns don't **** people, they say
People **** people, they say
But, see, they make it easy
Bang bang, they're dead
24.7.2011/8.2.2018 Fee
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
I remember childhood panic
My sister as a cowboy
Chasing around the garden
Bang bang, you're dead
I remember that fear today
Weeping over other people's children
Imagining their pain
Bang bang, they're dead
I want to comfort them
But there is nothing to say
Nothing to do, nothing changes
Bang bang, we're dead
Guns don't **** people, they say
People **** people, they say
But, see, they make it easy
Bang bang, they're dead
24.7.2011/8.2.2018 Fee
I started this poem after the massacre in Norway, but it was too painful then to complete. So it was started 24.7.11 and completed 8.2.18