imagery, wrote this on the spot, still short but whats the verdict?

Why is it that all we seem to spew is hate,
with guns blarring all the time we perpetuate our eternal fate,
seems like we're doin time for sins commited long ago,
set up and framed there aint no safe place to go,
street lights flickering
underneath children bickering,
one pulls a gun,
lays a bullet into one of God's sons,
all the other scatter and run,
cane and able remain,
what kinda shit must be goin through his brain?
didn't mean to pull the trigger,
my stray callin the family a ditch digger,
a grave stone for someones kid,
all because of an action you did,
all the pain inside,
no where that you can hie,
from the monster within,
haunting you for your sin,
now his guns raised to his head,
he's knockin lord let him in,
BLAM
in this eternal struggle,
does good ever win?