Guns and Us

I had brought a plastic gun for my little son; I thought he will feel the shoes of an army man. Lo! I saw him aiming at an urchin polite; Addressing himself as a hardcore terrorist… I stopped, thenceforth, buying any more guns for him; I filled his room with creative things that'd tempt him. He grew up reading, researching, gaining degrees; Plunging into ventures apt for human service… Guns and gunmen he has under him, now, millions He heads million military battalions. I heard, some psycho, with guns, entering a school, And leaving innocent students in a blood pool. India, known once, a non-violent-nation; Getting works done, at gunpoint is today, common. Guns are good. The purpose of guns is not to kill; Cops have guns. They're not entitled to use them still. Guns are instruments like plows or spades or sickles; Use these for humanity. Reach life's pinnacles! 7th May 2021 GUNS Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco