Curse Be the Day That Gun Was Invented
curse be the day that gun was invented
the creation of gun
is like the born date
of the devil
this evil invention
is killing us in a hurry
so sad so many human
are even it best friend
like the gunman
with just a click
a soul is gone
so brief and in
a hurry
what a killer
curse be the day that gone was invented
is obvious we are dieing
in the hands of gunmen
everyday their is a report
of a gunshot
in the cities in the media
we can't escape the
nemesis of this invention
any longer
it lives among us
it is a part of the family
in too many homes
were hatred and ignorance
is never a stranger
it is killing a lot innocent
souls
what an invention of
devaluation
curse be the day that gun was invented
an invention gone too viral
a killer invention gone too deep
in the souls of the devourer
an evil invention in the hands
of criminal is equal to
a genocide of the innocent
victims of peace
I know that day it was invented
was Satan birth day
I realise is was his gift
to humanity
and now it is killing
the souls of mankind
curse be the day that gun was invented
my ancestors was intimidated
by gunmen
my forefather's was force to
slavery by gunmen
my people has lost a lot by
the fear of the hands
of the gunmen
it still never change
the world still got a lot
gunmen ready to devour
another innocent soul
so in my quest for
humanity I realise that
curse was the day that gun was invented
Copyright © Richard Nnoli | Year Posted 2018
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