Guns
A gun so nice to hold
Firm grip from one so bold
Shiny bullets fingers do enfold
To only the brave guns are sold
Not only to the brave are coffins sold
Silk lined some are, but still rot and mould
Not only bought for the unfortunate ill, we’re told
Not a perk for those growing infirm or old
Lives wiped out gone feelings left cold
Guns to the brave are always sold
Coffins the innocents do enfold
Firm to the grip, handles cold
A gun so nice to hold
A body not, I am told.
©~GG~ 16/01/2013
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Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2013
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