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
Copyright © Cameron Holden | Year Posted 2007
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