THE FINAL SHOT
by Miller H Caldwell — Read all 115 poems by Miller H Caldwell
The evil power of guns. They wreck lives in every community, no more so than in Iraq at present.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
What evil finger squeezed that gun
Which ended life in our only son?
What ill philosophy aimed that shot
Which cut down then his final thought?
But then again he did the same
With crossed wires settled in his aim
That lost a son of someone too
Combatants falling from life’s view
Iraq, Afghanistan and London now
Hear the cries of them now laid low
If voice and views were in the land
We’d hear their cry and understand
Now’s the time to lay arms down
Walk freely now in every town
Worship what you wish each day
And love your erstwhile enemy.
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Love and Peace~
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