Poem about Violent Crimes

Is it cool to kill?

Is it a cool skill?

Do you get a thrill?

From these mentally ill.

This bad,

Is really quite sad,

Slaughtering lives,

With these deadly knives.

The hope is taken,

The fear is shaken,

Everything seems so lost,

It’s such a big cost.

Our brothers,



And misters.

All taken by them,

These scum,

With guns,

Killing tons.

So help us now,

How long can we allow?

This slaughter,

Of our daughter,

And everyone around.

Don’t try to be cool,

And hurt us all,

In the end regret will come,

When your holding that gun.

Stay safe and be kind,

Use your mind,

And don’t be defined.

By these killing machines.