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.
This is so sad but true. It is beautifully written