And A Shot Rang Out Poem by Steve Gregory

A shot rang out and no one saw
Yet in the madness of the charge
All life was lost and the field
Became a grave for many boys
Of England fair, and many sons
Cried for mums and loved ones
To come and save their souls.
And a shot rang out and no one saw
As lights streaked across the sky
In the melee of warfare on
Distant shores and poppies now grow;
And white crosses adorn the field
Where many a son lies buried,
And many a friend mourned,
In their aged memory they sink
To knees and thank the Lord
For all that's gone before and
Memories of friends who died
To bring about a freedom in a blood
Red field, as a shot rang out.

A shot rang out across the motorcade
And the President slumped in his seat
And his wife screamed and hugged him
Close, to stem the red of blood that flowed.
While the nation stood in stunned silence,
And the feds chased the culprit down.
And a shot rang out and no one saw
As the Reverend slumped against the door
And friends crowded round to stem the flow
While civil rights hit an all time low.
JFK and MLK two heroes of their day
Buried as champions of their cause while
A nation cowered amid the call of rifle shots,
Over graves that yawn to receive the dead
Of many wars that followed on and men
Lie dead across the world as blood flows
In a river across the globe in strobes
Of memories as many a family come
To terms with living life without their men
And a shot rang out across the world again.


On TV screens the pictures flicker
Of warfare's pitter patter of destruction
And a shot rang out
And we all dropped dead
And a shot rang out
And the world stopped…lead.

And a shot rang out across city streets
As a youth lay dying in friends' arms on
The cold stone pavement amidst strangers' feet.
While all the world looks on they never
Hear or see the one who pulled the trigger
That shot the gun that brought to end
A life abruptly and caused a mother
To weep for her baby who only this morning
Had promised his payday would be hers
And a shot rang out across the streets.
Now see the man hanging high, with
Holes in his hands and feet and side,
And a crown that pierced holes
In his head, and a shot rang out across
The world, that took a life and takes
It still, and the man hung high feels
It still, as he dove into hell, and buried the gun
Yet rose up himself, with a victorious run
To rescue the world from the sound of the gun
And a shot rang out, but he took it still.

And in pulpits and podiums
The word is given melodious
Of the Saviours rescue that seems
To have missed, yet no one
Reads the Bible and sees the
Victory in the end, and a shot
Rang out, but not a shout
Was heard as the world
Stood up and watched
And turned away because
A shot rang out, and the
Saviour bowed his head
And wrapped arms around
Another dead, and a shot
Rang out…out, out, out…