When
I hear gunshots
Echoing
through the woods
I
barely notice
And
I wave to the kid
Walking
down the road
Carrying
a rifle
And
I think it is a little strange
The
shift that occurs
An
evolution of perspective
Just
through a change
In
the scenery
I
used to be a city person
A
place where gunshots
Preceded
sirens
Followed
shortly by news vans
And
kids with guns
Meant
drive away fast
Call
the police
Hope
you weren’t targeted
But
in this country life
We
don’t have those worries
Guns
are tools not novelties
And
we don’t pull the trigger
Because
we are angry
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