Gun shot. . . Yet another is gone

Gun shot
Yet another is gone
Whose to say what went wrong ?
When that trigger was pulled and aimed at him
Life is gone like a tree that's lost its stem .
Gun shot
Yet another is gone
Alive now . . But not for long
Being chased after by the opposite color
To protect his red or blue brother .
Gun shot
Yet another is gone
Does it make you feel qood to do the wrong ?
To kill another mans soul
To pull the trigger and place a whole . .
Right through his body and call it a day
For him to struggle & have nothing more to say ?
But still whose to say what went wrong ?
When there was a Gun shot & Yet another was gone .