The choices we made again and again a poem that only ends when you let it

This poem will go on and on until we make it stop to make this poem end all you have to do is share every time it’s updated (every several days lately) The choices we made again and again Ten bodies hit the floor Eight more the week before On the job, or out buying food All it takes is to die is a bad mood At the movies, in your churches It all started with a purchase A gun For fun Or defend A friend Emotion Leads to motion …