'Gun Fun Is Done' Said The Important One
Angry was the man
Filled with urgent command
Need to take a stand
“Gun, I control
Being very bold
Never going to fold
My shells tarnished gold”
Child came along
Whistling a dixie song
Knowing something was wrong
With the angry man
Taking a stand
With a gun he controlled
Being very bold
“Sir can I have a word
About something I heard
You spoke
Deadlier than. the cigarettes you smoke
Bullets are gold
Even those silver, I am told
Littering shells
Heeding their bell
Ready to tell
Target hit
Slugs a bit
And when the tantrum fit concludes
On the slab victim goes, totally nude
I know I am just a boy
But this gun is not a toy
It doesn’t bring much joy
In fact
Heat it does pack
They once said
When not dead
Ordering drinks at the bar
Acting like a lone star
Sir
With your sharp spurs
You are not cool
To be honest you are a fool
What makes you think
I want this thing that stinks
If I do not go near
A gun creating fear
No tears
Will I shed
Sleeping in my innocent bed”
And that is how you control a gun
Just say “No
It is time to go
A gun
Is not any fun”
Replace the nightmare with a dream
Smile, dispense the scream
Then greet with a handshake
Since peace it will make
Cancelling a need for a wake
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