Wild west never left ,they play judge and jury. Quick draw without a doubt, no matter if hands are clear. The skin plays every part the fear feeds into the core. Or the racist echoes loud against every mountain shore. Another fallen, a cry so loud from the loss of a love. A shot rings out a body lays, motionless in the streets. Anger simmers , justice skewed, a war roar to make a stand; no more lives fallen from the corrupt hand.
Poem: Gun slingers
Posted byN.K. SterlingPosted inUncategorizedTags:Anti-racism, art, artist, author, blog, blogging, Discrimination, Guns, poem, poetry, Protest, War, write, Writing
Published by N.K. Sterling
A sibling and daughter to some, a friend to others. As an artist , writer, and dreamer N.K Sterling spends days crafting new creations be it in painting or jewelry making or dabbling in many creative avenues in life from music to sewing has only made Sterling more inspired to keep trying new things. Enjoying a good book by the fire, or an adventurous outing with furry friends is always a go to for this expressive soul. Writing has been a passion since the age of twelve and the associate's degree in liberal arts has only help expand this creative mind for future endeavors while currently living in the southern USA. View more posts