Guns and Life

Guns go off.  People die.
But, shall they not die for badness but for good.
Life dies.  People cry.
I do wonder why.
By the morning, they have passed at last.  

People die.  Flowers bloom.  Guns go off.
Another life is taken.  

When I die I shall not die by hatred.
I’ll die to see my maker in that light-
Oh so bright.  

I don’t have to live in darkness.

  People die.  I will fly.
Those people get shot.
The people cry.
I say don’t cry.  

He doesn’t have to live in darkness but light.
He doesn’t have to see any more people die.  

Don’t cry.  Fly.  I’ll see you soon.

Cody
6^th Grade

  From the author:  “I used rhyme.  I used rhythm.”