Today Somewhere Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

Today somewhere
Today somewhere a gun killed somebody. It does not really matter who it was that did it. It could have taken place on the streets of the USA or in some war hating country overseas. But the question my friends is. Do we give up our rights to bare arms here to save a life or to let some war hater kill us?
Somewhere today we lay to rest. A child, a bother, a sister or our father and mother.
Today somewhere a gun goes quiet! A body lays dead, A person cries, ' When will this stop? '
Today somewhere in this world.