Danger

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Danger Danger

Run Run Run

Little Jim is chasing you

With a bag carrying the gun.

He can hit, he can kill

Like a tornado's will

He smiles, and he shoots

The world, a grave, and he loots.

He lives in the past

Where dreams do last

The present is a fiction

Future not in his diction.

He plays with the gun

And aims at the sun

Dark glasses he wears

No, not to hide his tears.

He hates the ugliness around

He can't figure the worldly sound

There's so much noise in his plate

He promises to clean before it's too late.

He prizes himself a winner

But hey, you are just another sinner

Who came and shot and laughed and murdered

The naked souls lay helpless and shuddered.

You will be hung

A bell will be rung

Justice will hold strong

Punishments to all wrong.

But is this the end, or merely the start?

Thousands of Jims now playing the part 

There is one in you, and one in me

He is a Jim, and so is she.

The earth is a hell where danger lives

We commit the deeds before poor heart grieves

The angels dead, we play with the halo

Our minds vague, greedy and shallow.

Wake up from the slumber and open your eyes

The old hermit at the moon will help you get wise

Purify the lives that we have been granted

Let there be no danger, and seeds of peace be planted.

This Poem is shared with Poetry Jam and the Prompt is Danger.