Wellfare Call


Does it smile when you pull it close?
Does it hope you never let go?
Does sunlight dance and prance on it's edge?
Does it stand by you till the final blow, officer?

Is that trigger happy?

For I see trigger = death.
I see trigger hold your breath.
I see trigger detect color at light speed.
I see trigger = bleed.
I see triggers pulled without a reason.
I see triggers more like hunting season.
I see triggers make a ghost and a demon.
I see triggers, tears begin to stream in...
Have we ever been happy?

You, officer, you are:

Scared
Emotionally impaired. Ready to end it
all. Failing to make the right call. You're
acting on a prejudicial basis.
Is it the trigger
that's
racist?

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