John F. McCullagh

Gold Star - 4,852 Points (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

Death, Live On Camera - Poem by John F. McCullagh

Never underestimate the power of hate
in the mind of a man with a gun.
The signs were all there, and all were ignored,
Until his planned evil was done.

A proud gay black man took a gun in his hand,
and authored his own revelation.
His anger and rage writ in blood on the street
with shell casings as the punctuation.

Two young lives destroyed; another in pain.
They were somebody’s daughter and son.
The cowardly killer then swallowed the barrel
and it ended as it had begun

Gather the ones you love in your arms
For each day may well prove your last one.
For hate, like a hunter, is stalking the land;
Only Fools think this is done.

Topic(s) of this poem: crime, murder

Form: Ode

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Thoughts on Yesterday's tragic events

Comments about Death, Live On Camera by John F. McCullagh

  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti (8/28/2015 9:32:00 PM)

    Truly, hate is the greatest enemy of man (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 27, 2015

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