Guns Kill

A Prime Poem

Guns Kill

Guns
They kill.
Too many people.
Dying in the dark streets.
Shot to death, madman on the loose.
The gun ghosts voices crying in the wind, no one hears.
By the end of this day there will be many more gun ghosts dying.

The gun ghosts crying out stop this madness, end this sadness now!
The politicians are silent, just offering useless thoughts and payers.
Meanwhile, the gun ghosts are in the grave.
The NRA lies.
People die.
Shot.


New Prompt: Write a "Prime" , but also a reversed Prime.

I found this form on the page of Jan Haag. ( http://www.janhaag.com )

The Prime is built up in this way:



Line 7: 13 words
Line 6: 11 words
Line 5: 7 words
Line 4: 5 words
Line 3: 3 words
Line 2: 2 words
Line 1: 1 word


An example:

Why
are we
haunted by ghosts
invisible for others it seems…
ghosts of the present; they’re forcing you
work hard, and pay always more… accept my offer, you fool
eternity is a long time, before you retire, we’re gone with your money!


Poem © Bianca 2004


Poetry Forms:
http://home.planet.nl/~boons468/Poetry_Forms.html
Some of my art:
http://home.planet.nl/~boons468/Bianca.htm