Drawn To Their Own ConclusionA Poem by Earl SchumackerSomething in the air tonightDrawn To Their Own Conclusion
Before the grenades were launched Lobed at the angry crowds Women gathered bullets in their pockets Found on the silent street
As they looked down the loaded barrel About to be emptied into them A kiss in the night to say good-bye when fired
You could have heard a pin drop when it started Curses never turn out good That was no book or toy coming at them No good comes from violence
What is that in the air Is it love carried on the wind Shots ring out in the heat of passion Heard on every lonely corner
Riots always begin in darkness In silence like sin festering within Triggers squeezed Bullets ring out Drawn to their own conclusion Down to the tomb where nothing moves
© 2016 Earl SchumackerAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorEarl SchumackerAtlantic City, NJAboutB.A. Degree in Literature and Language. I enjoy writing short stories, poetry, novels and keeping up with new scientific discoveries. I enjoy philosophy and Art appreciation. more..Writing
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