Son of a Gun
Do not blame the bearer of the bad news –
A gun doesn’t kill by itself or a knife,
Nor a video game or hostile views;
An evil act is but wrought by a mind’s strife.
You may foster a sapling or stunt its growth
and see it’ll be a vine or an oak tree;
like the mind of a child as he grows forth –
Will he be vile or live a life stress-free?
There are spiritual laws that govern with
the same certainty as the physical laws,
Faith, trust in God, and Love are not ancient myth
But values that shape the character sans flaws.
Like putty, wax, dough, or a lump of clay
Mold the child right lest another soul he slay.
~Contest: Guns
~Anthony Biaanco
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