All was silent in the room'
As the bullet shot you to your doom
You never thought
Anyone would shoot their gun
At a real human
And especially not a republican
But now that it's done
It's to late to run
It's to late to say you're sorry
Hey NRA
The bullet is coming your way
Is it from one of your guns
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful piece of poetry written with conviction. Thanks for sharing, Paul.