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Wild children
Were roaming
The streets
In search of
Something to do.

When,
Like lightning,
One of them
Pulls out a gun,
And shots it
Almost aimlessly
Into the sky.

Then,
So suddenly,
Another child is struck,
And falls ,
Forever lost
In the shadows
Of heat.

As, for the rest,
Of the children,
They now have...
Something to do.

------
Ronald Peter Ciras


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The following comments are for "Something to do."
by moroccanron

profound stuff
I guess I could relate this to the "reality" of gun violence, etc... maybe you're making a personal statement about that but to me the poem is much more cynical -- not really about "gun issues" but more about "why the hell don't kids go out and play kick ball anymore" kind of sentiment. I guess they're all just looking for something to do,,

good one

BW

( Posted by: BWOz [Member] On: June 6, 2013 )

Bullet Theory
It all comes down...
To dodging bullets...

When Fate paints a bullseye...

( Posted by: awhippingflame [Member] On: June 9, 2013 )





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