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Run Run Run
Little Jim is chasing you
With a bag carrying the gun.
He can hit, he can kill
Like a tornado's will
He smiles, and he shoots
The world, a grave, and he loots.
He lives in the past
Where dreams do last
The present is a fiction
Future not in his diction.
He plays with the gun
And aims at the sun
Dark glasses he wears
No, not to hide his tears.
He hates the ugliness around
He can't figure the worldly sound
There's so much noise in his plate
He promises to clean before it's too late.
He prizes himself a winner
But hey, you are just another sinner
Who came and shot and laughed and murdered
The naked souls lay helpless and shuddered.
You will be hung
A bell will be rung
Justice will hold strong
Punishments to all wrong.
But is this the end, or merely the start?
Thousands of Jims now playing the part
There is one in you, and one in me
He is a Jim, and so is she.
The earth is a hell where danger lives
We commit the deeds before poor heart grieves
The angels dead, we play with the halo
Our minds vague, greedy and shallow.
Wake up from the slumber and open your eyes
The old hermit at the moon will help you get wise
Purify the lives that we have been granted
Let there be no danger, and seeds of peace be planted.
This Poem is shared with Poetry Jam and the Prompt is Danger.