Seven Shots

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

I can hear it out my window, the clamor of the night. Shadows swiftly take delight in other peoples plight. Everything the light wont see comes out to play at night.

One.

I can hear it out my window, the horrid scream of silence. Seven shots ring out the might of hate, malice, and violence.

Two.

Above the moon rains down the gloom, the boom, the clattering scurry. "Hurry hurry we have to go!" A man with a gold chain hushes. Another man lays on the ground, his vision getting blurry.

Three

First responder, always ponder, "who is this man?" and "why?" "Will he live? Will he die? There's little time to squander."

Four.

He's just a man, late at night, all emotion latent. Not just a man, the man's a doctor, he's lost another patient.

Five.

Lonely mother, lost another, wont make it through the night. Nervous, crying, praying silent, no one to hold her tight.

Six.

Heart sank deep, the crooked creep, the one who did the deed. "How could I take another's life, just to feed my need?"

Seven.

I hear it out my window, seven shots ring in my head. Seven billion people here, just now there's one more dead.