Not My Gun Friend
Gun crime’s been round for a very long time
growing up in a community seeing friends die
There wasn't really anything that I could do
It was a part of life I had to live through
The effects it had, the damage it done
Made me grow up, leave my community and run
No matter where I chose to go
This gun crime culture was out of control
Young, middle aged, even the old
Lives are taken it seems so cold
This so called government should take command
To stop these guns enter British land
Copyright © Doreen Wiltshire | Year Posted 2015
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