Trigger the Shift ~ OpenLinkNight

I have been painted a poser, a painter, a sinner, a saint,

But never when starring down the barrel of gun

whose intent is to wipe my essence from the world.

I have been judged fairly, wrongly, sometimes a bit of both,

But blood has never spilled as a result

of misunderstanding.

So much I take for granted...

Never having to know the fear that comes

when death marches behind you

or chases you down and calls you threat.

They say when you arm yourself

your ability to perceive threat

is altered...

How could it not be

when you stand invincible

with bullet faster than than feet?

Trigger the safety

Trigger the gun

Trigger the switch

That makes them run.

Innocence stains the pavement red

insatiable blood lust fed

You be the man, you be the man

Now comfort the mother whose son you stole.

Lift up the father whose name dies at your hand.

Light extinguished

Darkness

How will you defend yourself in the shadows

Where your bullet has no eyes to see.

Next time will it be me…

If I should be fool enough to walk toward thee?

No doubt a popular subject for poets and their pens. World...we are better than this.  World...  we KNOW we are better than this...and as we slowly find the courage to let our voices be heard, the shift will come.  It's OpenLinkNight at dVersePoets...and once again they're trusting me with the keys. I'll be swinging the doors wide at 3pmEST. Hope to see you...I've got some making~up to do on that commenting trail Brian reigns over...will this be the week I finally manage to keep up? Guess you'll have to visit to see ;)

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