Alone with a gun

Where do I begin

To assert my authority

Over those who don’t know

What is wrong from the start

Who begin a game of no chances

For the work of no done

Who ask not forgiveness

And plea not for some

Who want to forgive

And have no rescue.

For it is not about using

The words of a man

Who claims no one equal

And harbours a gun.

Shoot me today

And tomorrow I will

Stand again

Waiting for you

To come and regain

Your conscienceness

And alone we feel

The neuter of longing

The fretting of love

And respect of no aims

For there is no ambition

To what we have lost

Just the true antidote

Of pain and discussing

Our new day.


COPYRIGHT Bruce E Saunders 2020

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