The Rifle

Its a piece of plastic And a piece of steel Holding it up has an un natural feel It has optics fitted to magnify life And when it fires a round causes strife It has a magazine you cant read But when it does its job People become brown breed We carry it wherever we go All shiny and clean not just for show Its an instrument of war And a plague on peace With our brave soldiers deployed all over the middle east Iraq would be safe without the Imans Just like Afghanistan minus the taleban But one mans terrorist is another mans hero Some even celebrated when the planes hit ground zero What we need now is some new heroes Because Blair and Bush are just a bunch of Zero's