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Oct 2015
By: Cedric McClester

It wasn’t the gun
It was the bullet
And the trigger finger
It took to pull it
That resulted in
Her being dead
From a bullet
Lodged inside her head

It wasn’t the gun
It was the guy
Who caused
That young girl to die
As tears form and spill
From an eye
Loved ones and friends
Wonder why

It wasn’t the gun
You might say
If you belong to
The NRA
Or you happen to be
A gun nut
You’ll end every sentence
With but…

It wasn’t the gun
That’s to blame
But what else
Would a sane person name
When today
They are everywhere
And people shoot ‘em
Like they don’t care

















Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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