107. A recurring nightmare

Bullets showering this world like rain,

Leaving behind nothing except agony and pain. 


Loud enough to silence begging and screams;

Always ending with blood enough to fill lakes and streams. 


But with a system so twisted and bend,

To this menace, will there ever be an end?


-Rithin. 

@hues.and.dews.poetry

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