It is only natural

 

I don�t cry any more when they shoot someone.

I think: �It�s only natural.�

And I�m glad it isn�t me.

It happens so often, I�m actually surprised that I�m not shot.
When I hear the gun go off, I wait for the pain.

I don�t look for reasons because I know there are none, only excuses.

If you look at someone the wrong way.

If you cower or cough.

If you don�t look up when spoken to,

Or look angry or sad or glad.

Sometimes they shoot you no matter what you do.

It�s only natural.

It�s living that�s not, clinging to this thing in the middle of all this like a drowning man clinging to a life preserver knowing that out here in the wild sea full of sharks with guns, you can�t possibly stay alive.

And the most deluded of us are the ones who think someone can save us.

So I don�t cry when someone gets shot.

I keep my mouth shut and thank God or fate or fortune that it isn�t me this time, and maybe it won�t be the next time either.