For the past years, I have heard statements of the accessibility in guns and the damage they cause from people in the countries I have visited in that time frame. The danger that exists because of a gun. It just takes a trigger to bring terror and termination. A trigger that will mark people with triggers due to words associated with a specific day, a specific person or words affiliated with a gun itself. The hands of a person have the power to end it all, but words have the power to bring the ending alive, again, and again. Here is a poem for the word 'trigger,' regarding the most recent incidents in the nation of the US and the harming it creates.
A trigger can eliminate
peace.
It opens or reopens wounds,
feelings we hope
to erase.
But the fear returns
the trigger.
Words are often the creator
of such wounds.
No one ever imagines
a trigger
to be the thief
of human life.
It had been seen,
and accepted
as the provider of
human food.
Of human warmth.
The trigger is not only
stealing lives.
It breaks families,
friendships and dreams.
It has taken the
child we once knew.
The one that was supposed
to die after us.
It only takes
a few fingers
to impact
entire worlds.
