Have You Ever
Have you ever raced the rain,
and stare down the barrel of a shot-gun?
Have you ever out-shone the sun,
and stare down the barrel of a shot-gun?
Your alarm clock goes tick-tack, tick-tack;
mine… is the sound of a Glack Nine.
Have you ever walked the concrete jungle – the tigers’ lair,
and wrestled with men like grizzly bears,
and stare down the barrel of a shot gun?
Have you ever heard the screams of mothers who lost their sons,
and seen the face of a child with eyes red like blood;
crying for the father she dearly loved,
and stare down the barrel of a shot-gun?
Were you ever there when the jungle come alive
and only the lowly survive,
while staring down the barrel of a shot-gun?
Can you play the games on the streets?
Have you ever seen dogs eating brains on the streets,
and stare down the barrel of a shot-gun?
Have you ever seen a tussle for life;
guns versus knife?
Shut your trap; let experience speak,
for you don’t want to stare down the barrel of this shot-gun
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