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Eulogy for a Gunman.
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Eulogy for a Gunman. |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
I died last week, No bells were rang, No dirges sang, Laid to rest in pine coffin bare, Not one to care, Empty street, At fifty feet, Hot summer sun, A blazing gun, In burst of flame, Called out my name. I was quicker, But for the liquor, Hit his arm, Did little harm, He did not miss, I felt death's kiss, As on my back, The sky went black, I died last week. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Should we feel sympathy for the man who invites death? Still, You managed to paint a tragic portrait of a man who lived by the gun and died by the gun. excellent poem, Mike. ------------------------ "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "To be nobody-but-yourself-in a world which is doing its best night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting." E.E Cummings. manic street preachers "Culture Alienation Borebom and Despair" "I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing" -faster MSP "And you see, I kind of shiver to conformity Did you see, the way I cower to authority, you see And my life, it's a series of compromises anyway It's a sham, and I'm conditioned to accept it all, you see" six by Paul Draper. ----- |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
I'm not sure how I feel about the gunman and his death but I do know this was an excellent poem, Great job!! |
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