A single shot

 

A shot cuts the air, spinning to its target

against the still cold of night,

as the gunman lifts his eyes from the barrel sight.

The world won't ever be the same,

a single shot to ignite years of hurt and pain.

To light the fires under the melting pot.

A single shot.

 

A single shot starts every war.

Just one finger on a trigger, pulled taught.

The sound rings out,

deafening loud, piercing the peace before,

then an onslaught of noise

as all sides have the excuse they were looking for.

 

A single shot, one lone bullet,

forced through the air at such speed.

One finger on a trigger, how different the world if he didn't pull it

how many innocents wouldn't have had to bleed?

A single shot, one barked command,

an order, now the flames have been fanned.

One body down, no stopping,

the tinderbox is lit, the bodies start dropping.

 

 

Thanks for reading

Peace, Love and Poetry

Kyle