Last Shot Poem by Felix Otiende

Last shot,

Today I'm holding the gun,
I'm not a thief son,
But a man fighting for his rights,

The people who took an oath,
To save lives at all cost,
Have turned to be vampires,

They're sucking money,
Yes! More than bedbugs and ticks,
The only language they understand is cash,

So today I'm ready to kill,
Or be killed in the cross fire,
For you to see the sun tomorrow,

If I can't get help son,
Then I'm killing myself for you,
I can't live to burry you.

© Fely g chronicles