Billy’s Kid – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

“When a nation becomes obsessed with the guns of war, it loses its social perspective.” Martin Luther King Jr.

Billy's Kid

Wilma and Billy had a child,
O how they loved that child,
he was known as Billy's kid,
he had a big heart,
six chambers they say.

He was so full of energy,
weirder than a pig on meth,
snakier than a cobra,
quick tempered,
they baptised him Colt,
not because he was horsey,
he was just a gun kid,
especially when he was loaded.

One day billy carried Colt to town
and emptied his six chambers 
again and again
into a mall,
killing dozens.

The police arrived and took Colt away,
Billy and Wilma wept,
they knew he was sensitive,
they knew he was triggered,
O how they loved that child.

Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®️


Filed under Free Verse, injustice, justice, poem, quote

16 responses to “Billy’s Kid – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. VJ

    Whoa – a chilling tale

    Liked by 1 person

  2. That has been happening a lot lately.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Paul, your poem reminded me of a song from The Killer’s most recent album:

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  4. It would appear we’ve moved past the glorification of gun violence to its normalization.

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  5. lync56

    Great poem – once I got the sympolism


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