Guns On the Rise Hero's Fall
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
The preacher man ask me never to curse a thing
I replied not if I have to curse one day
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
The day gun was made
Worth a curse
A fast way to end a life
Is not worth a Praise
For all this shooting
All this killings on before
Our eyes say how much
Evil was of that day
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
One man up
Another man down
Always a human minus
A Gun rule
brutal display of no moral sense
An object of devaluation
It made day I wish to curse
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
One man meat is
Another mans Poising
What a day I wish to curse
For this object is a morden
vampire on the hands of our
Morden empires
So now you see
Some people now falling
So some other people raising
In power
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
Right in front of our eyes
The brave fall
Right in front of our eyes
Our prophets are devour
Who runs this cold world
For either they are not human
Or far from being human
For the red stains of the innocents
Makes that day I wish to curse
A day not worth a praise
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
My ancestors was murdered
Brutally by this object called gun
History is a with ness to this
Till now some where out there
May be now while I still write in peace
Some one is down again by this object
May be tomorrow again
Will be another gunshot
Hmmm......what a day
Guns on the rise Hero's fall
I wonder if a gunman prays
I wonder what God he knows
I wonder how a gunman sleeps
At night
I wonder who is his best friend
For this life's gone by so fast
Time after time
Makes me answer to the preacher man
Saying if I was to curse a day
It will be the gun day
For our Hero's are right in
Front of our eyes murdered by
This guns!
Still it goes on and on and on.
Copyright © Richard Nnoli | Year Posted 2015
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