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