One Shot.....


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    This is based on a young man that I know who was tragically killed at a young age.

    One Shot.....

    One shot, one second, one life


    Darkness fills the area, light struggling to come in

    Metal pierces the air, searching for who it might end


    No name, no choice, only going as directed

    A face, a name, a victim, end comes unexpected


    A weapon that brings peace in war and war in peace

    A tool of rage, of senseless acts, will it ever cease?


    The sound of a bang, cracks the sky, lands in flesh

    Breath ends now, destination a place of eternal unrest


    One shot, one second, one life


    Mama’s baby, brother to some, no longer here today

    The sound of laughter turns into crying, a life taken away


    It took one shot to take away good times and bad

    One shot to make us realize the time, he never had


    One second, a short eternity, that can decide your fate

    Life shortened to a little dash, in between two dates


    In a second, enough time for man to fire a shot

    A realization of what was in life, and what was not


    A second to make a decision, to turn your life to Him

    A second to erase the scars, before your life comes to an end


    It’s never too late to give it to God as long as you’ve got breath

    Do it now, you can’t decide when your life will be called by death


    A young man’s gone, please listen to the story his life told

    In a moment, a twinkling, you can be taken, never too young or old


    Give your life to God, have a keeper from above

    We know not the hour of our demise….


    ….No shots, one second, one love.

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    blindmaster commented on One Shot.....


    I was incarcerated at the age of 19 for 10 years and I didn't know if I was going to to live or die in that Facility. My dad died in 1997 my mom in 2003. I made a promise to god that if he pulled me through all of the stress and pain and physical dangers that I would never return to selling drugs or committing crime again. He kept good on his end and to this day make good on my promise unlike so many young black males who get out and return or don't come home at all. I feel the poem in it's totalitly



    thank you for your comment and your message. It is an unfortunate serrendipitous situation that this young man's experience can teach others

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