As time slips slowly by like a dry tear.
We all cringe at the sound of a bullet of fear.
It doesn't matter if your close or far
the lead don't care if your drinking in a bar.
At random selectivity you may be picked
For true safety is something that we’ve been tricked.
Believing we were to be safe with smug satisfaction
from some serial murdering sick-o's reaction.
These days, a crime can go unpunished
and on us, the beads have been pushed
on the abacus of our daily little lives.
While we get stalked with guns and knives.
We can't be sure of what to come
or where all these freaks of nature come from.
An idle mind is the Devil's playground
and bad children don't make a graceful sound.
For whose to blame humanity for what it has become
then again at least we're not where we once came from.

10/19/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this one after reading a newpaper article about a guy who got hit by a stray bullet while he was blowing out the candles on his birthday cake...

Posted on 10/20/2003
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