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 © | Year Posted 2018

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