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
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