Too Late

Poem

Dec 25

You won’t realize the danger after the gunshots,

You won’t realize the danger after the bodies drop,

When the wheels start screeching, they start screaming,

Even when they start running for the hills, seeing blood spilt,

You’ll realize the danger odd when the barrel is eyeing you,

Pointing you out, circling out your figure, double oh seven,

But even then it will be too late, towers falling, nine eleven.

Snapshot