365 Days · Poetry

148 – Holding A Gun

He won’t get what he wants
Whilst he is holding a gun
Money can’t buy him any fun
And it won’t set him free from
This mess he somehow made
And they’re no longer afraid
But money doesn’t take away
The memory of a horrific day
It’s the price currency can’t pay
Money is where this all began
Injustice and poverty in one man
Only heard with a gun in his hand

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