Thursday, January 04, 2018
Who Shall Say
Dealing death at a distance, at a whim;
With no thought for the deadly damage done,
The loss for loved ones -- loss of life or limb.
Should in this old world, magic be alive,
Should the triumph of justice be its aim;
Firing a weapon would have more to give,
Than merely another one’s life to claim:
Whatever the targeted victim’s fate,
Be it wounding, suffering, even death;
If dealt by avarice, dogma, or hate,
Be lived by the shooter till his last breath.
None have the wisdom, or the right to say,
Who shall suffer loss, or survive this day.
Let he who is without sin, cast the first bullet…
Posted by Mick at 1:48 PM