Those Eyes

The mantra of the American upstarts,

Don’t fire until you see the whites of their eyes.

The eyes belong to someones child.

Those eye once cried over a scraped knee.

Those eyes once looked at someone and loved them.

Those eyes once had a soul behind them.

Those eye look down at hands that hold a gun now.

Those eyes look down at hands that hold a pill in one hand

and $700 dollars in the other.

Those eyes will soon close forever,

for when I see them clearly enough 

I have no choice but to pull a trigger.

Published by James J Jackson

I'm a poet from California.

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