A bullet having no name
The shooter looking for fame
Being precise in the bull’s eye
Many many questions of why
Blood pouring from a victim’s wombs being the shooter’s plot
When will all this violence finally stop?
Angry thoughts from one’s own lips
The shooter not thinking straight but needs a positive tip
They will be off too jail
Life behind bars to no prevail
A pistol that fires just to follow the trail
Who fires the gun?
A shooter that is always on the run
Living the moment while you have the chance
Eye from the skies being the victim in prance
Guns can be stopped
But people and congress turn it into a mock
A life worth living
But finale being a curtain of tomorrow
What a pity with a world having no sorrow.