A Question For America

When a gun goes off you lose control The bullet now controls you The hand that pulled the trigger is angry But anger is fleeting And regret cannot stop its journey The hangover of morning will not go away For you are dead to this world Anger has found the enemy within And the bullet has taken your soul The gun belongs to another time When England was a threat to you But now the threat lies in public minds And this is a decision for you Can innocence be sacrificed? By a fear of your neighbour Are your possessions worth it? Democracy is the shield Voted by you Not this obsession with guns Anger is in all of us History has shown the assassin Kennedy, king and Lennon Murders unclaimed in every city All killed by a hand that squeezed a trigger And the trigger is your illusion That keeps you safe at night For your fear is locked away in a drawer With a gun waiting for you. The gun awaits your calling And judgement is yours Your constitutional right Though you know it was born to kill Fear is not America Your Father’s taught that to you Look to the constitution Improvement now belongs to you The world has moved on And something’s have to change Control the guns Get them off the streets Our Babies deserve this peace The gun belongs to the theatre of War Do not be that person Who brings a gun to your street? For the children belong to all of us Just look into their eyes And you will see The truth and your responsibility And for those who disagree Go visit the crosses of our children And read the names of the innocent And pray that your family name Is not among them. And America remember these words Father forgive us For we know not what we do.