The Trigger

The trigger is pulled…

From the streets a gunshot rings out,
a mother screamed out, from her knees.
From the dark a shooter laughed out,
a child bleeds out, from his heart.
From the soul a sadness cried out,
a world dies out, from her toll
From the game a nightmare played out,
a god fades out, from his pain.

Then the trigger is pulled once again.



  1. Jess  April 28, 2008

    I really like this. Well done. Very to the point and concise, yet still powerful in impact.


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