Knives
Obsidian and flint is what started it all
Before them life was a ball
Boys grew up, and turned into men
Until metals came, life would not be the same
Primarily a utensil, to be used to cut meat
Now a weapon to cut meat on the street
Many a person cut down in their prime
To this modern cowardice, i call knife crime
To stand tall, and fight with your fist
Nowadays, they stick it in and they twist
They have the gall, to laugh as they flee
These cowardly scum, never men will they see
No age is protected, if its where your to be
In the right city, or any country
A knife is a knife, where ever you are
If you live or die, it will always scar
This darned weapon can be used for the right
Protecting yourself in an unwanted fight
But to pick it up, you become one of them
No longer a boy, that will turn into men
To all out there who have suffered this way
I pray the killers will have their day
Not to rejoice, but to repent
If it was not for those knives, no lives would be spent
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