Best Firearm Poems
Violence in the political party
A pebble thrown to defend oneself from a barrage of 100- stones
The bully then complains of abuse—might never makes right
will we unite?—I Am Anaya “All for one and one for all”
Bullied everyday was he, his peer would tell the news agent
He was different, a loner, weird, wore camouflage
And so, we tormented him
A lunch bench, a boy sequestered was “bullied every day”
Silent, defeated, sunken, he rarely spoke a word
Clean slate, passes a routine background check
A dietary aid prepping food in a nursing home
Nothing unusual nothing remarkable
Republican at heart for God knows what gave way, donates
to the loyal opposition a progressive bent
A bit addled and mixed up, can we see?
Unleashing his wrath a man filled with hurt with hate
In his own backyard, the tormented dons the guise of the tormentor
The assailed becomes the assailant
The unthinkable is done, perched upon a roof
four-hundred feet away just minutes into the oration
he aims then pulls the trigger
obscure and distressed Crooks alters history’s course
with a firearm at the ready as a duty and right
Father Crooks kept many, in a very pro-gun town
At the hands of a 20-year-old man who was
bullied by their own sons and daughters
Counselors, both father and mother
trained to help troubled minds, how ironic
Where were they as their son’s inner storm brewed?
A blind eye turned away what shame, what horror
Yet the world’s most salient story
Headstrong, headlong, headfirst, head on, Glory HallelujaH
Endure, engage, enforce, eradicate, exclusive, Delta ForcE
Reliant rescuer raider redeemer rapier razor, Army RangeR
Outfit outwit outlast outlive outright outdo USMC-ANGLICO
Protector of life, liberty, freedom, democracy, citizenshiP
Always stand in defense of The United States Of AmericA
True blue loud and proud defender of the American SpiriT
Respects the flag & supports The Constitution with honoR
I believe it is my duty to defend borders & Island HawaiI
Owning a firearm is a legal right under Amendment twO
This testimony represents that I am an American PatrioT
Champion and protector of our Democratic RepubliC
Officer and Peace Keeper, preventing what evil men dO
Unafraid against any challenger defending me and yoU
Resolute to the greater good with valor pride and honoR
American Soldiers paying the high cost for free AmericA
Gracefully protecting justice and liberty let freedom rinG
Extraordinary moral fiber and unequalled focus andhopE
All men created equal, Life, Liberty and Happiness quotA
Marines pledging pride, powerful protectors of patriotisM
Equal justice One Nation Under God Faith IndependencE
Respect the flag responsibility legal accountability honoR
Independence Declaration of people by people you & I
Constitutional contract for citizenship Capitalism acrostiC
Allegiance to the red, white and blue, God bless AmericA
A tribute to America's Special Forces
Manipulations, misrepresentations and government violations,
America has been terrorising for many generations.
Spying allegations, secret conversations,
US imperialism continues to destroy nations.
Cheers and celebrations for leader’s assassinations,
Activists disliked for anti-war demonstrations.
Iraqi invasions, Strategic implications,
Lies and propaganda from bias media stations.
Military occupations in various locations,
Native Americans forced back onto reservations.
Greedy multi-billion dollar corporations with no limitations,
The IMF plus World Bank equals evil creations.
Forced sterilisations, fake vaccinations,
Too many unnecessary health care complications.
Firearm fascination, covert operation,
Bombing without hesitation, countries left in devastation.
Celebrity fixation, racial discrimination,
A country facing global economic isolation.
Guantanamo detainees tortured for information,
A brutal CIA program called enhanced interrogation.
A history of government attacks and ruthless intimidation,
Kids in Fallujah continue to be poisoned from radiation.
Too many Palestinians are victims of dehumanisation,
The US and Israel are a deadly combination.
No admiration for globalisation,
Time to abolish every greedy organisation.
Coca-Cola, Starbucks and McDonalds in every location,
While Wall Street fantasies about world domination.
No exaggeration, it’s not my imagination,
Welcome to the age of Americanisation.
As an innocent man stands trial
He cant help but be in denial
he is accused with possession of a firearm
but this man intended no harm
it was the other man who was at the scene
how could the police not have seen
that he was the one in possession
he was the one with the aggression
what he intended to do
none of us have a clue
so as this innocent man stands in the dock
for being in possession of a glock
he looks at the jury
with a face of fury
im not guilty he pled
the co-accused was the guilty one
that's why he fled
he didn't turn up to court,
he couldn't face the time
so why did he commit this crime
and let an innocent man take the blame
yous criminals, your all the same!
Facedown on the carpet I just knew that I would die,
the red obscures my vision as the blood dripped in
my eye,
I never saw it coming, tell me, how could I have
slipped? But let me back it up a bit and tell you bout
my trip.
My mother was the type who gave me food but fed
me lies, the woman gave me life October 5th of '85,
while growing up I always knew that something was
amiss, my 16th birthday's when I found out true lies
do exist.
October 2K1 my goodness, it was such a time, I
lived my life the 'seat of pants' way, out there runnin
wild,
my b-day gift from Uncle Sal which I was blown
away, a nickel plated 22 he called a 'throw away'.
Mom Dukes was straight addicted to a lithany of
drugs, my father died absorbing quite a lithany of
slugs,
I thirsted for the streets and no amount of love could
quench, to now possess a firearm, it all now
seemed a cinch.
I had some people over to the crib to celebrate, my
little cuzzo Pop and plus my homies Rell and Nate,
we had the PS2 because that Madden game was
heat, you know how things occur sometimes when
you expect it least?
It seems that day my mother really snorted up some
blow, she had assorted stains of snow which
showed around her nose,
when Moms got high the sky could fall and she just
wouldn't know, she also had a case of real loose
lips because of coke.
Now everyone was chillin, plenty happy times for all,
then Moms approached my Uncle Sal, the rising of
my fall,
she then just spoke out loud enough for everyone to
hear, 'Why don't you claim your son right now while
everyone is here? !
The music stopped and pinheads dropped I'm
thinkin who the F? Now cheery Sal with teary smile
embraced me to his chest,
'I'm sorry it was done this way but yes there's
sumthin true, I have 2 sons see Pop is 1, the other 1
is you'
I fainted, dropped my brew and don't know what I'm
gonna do.......
To Be Continued......
Urban Warfare
Knock Knock, tick tocks the clock,
post traumatic syndrome head trauma shock.
Glock Glock, click pop weapon stock,
three dimensional residential sniper kill shot on lock.
Hippity Hop, bee bop the music stops,
scattered brats panic attack, raiding cops.
Ding Dong, ping pong ball bounce bops,
sad sadistic, unrealistic, urban firearm goes pop, pop, pop!
You walk a step in front of me, clearing our path from harm,
You walk by my side, you don't carry a firearm.
You sleep at the side of me, our bed a concrete floor,
I promise I will carry you, if you can't take any more.
You protect me from danger, you're always on red alert,
You comfort and support me, when you know that I am hurt.
You show your faithfulness, in everything you do,
I promise to be your companion, I'll always be there for you.
You serve your country, your loyalty is beyond compare,
You're there in times of hardship, showing that you care.
You carry on regardless, through a war torn land,
I promise to be with you forever, by your side I'll always stand.
You don't take risks, you take your duties in your stride,
You don't shy away, you don't run and hide.
You're not just a military dog, you're my best friend,
I promise we'll be together, until our days do end.
Firearm fantasies
Guns should never be a matter of right
Firearms are not fun in psychopath’s hands
Lax gun control laws tragedies invite
Mentally deranged are there in all lands
Who knows when one of them decides to kill
Firearms are not fun in psychopath’s hands
Crazy ones may look like men of goodwill
Wrong is the view that firearms make life safe
Who knows when one of them decides to kill.
Make stricter gun control laws that do chafe
Only the deserving ones should own guns
Wrong is the view that firearms make life safe.
One in ten thousand may need to own one
The government needs to fearlessly act
Only the deserving ones should own guns.
Deal with the issue with resolve and tact
Guns should never be a matter of right
The government needs to fearlessly act
Lax gun control laws tragedies invite.
Fantasy mine
Issue real for all
Obama’s dilemma?
Ps: Written just after the killing of 26 people, including 20 small children in a school in Newtown, Connecticut, US, by a gunman . Attention is also invited to my poem ‘Firearm fatalities’ posted in Aug after the Wisconsin incident.
17/Dec/12
S. Jagathsimhan Nair
Entered in SKAT's contest on 14 Jun 13.
You can be anything that you want to be.
You can do anything you want to do.
Can I think?
You can think like me.
Can I speak?
You can speak with my approval.
But you can be anything you want to be.
You can do anything you want to do.
I think gay is wrong.
I think abortion is evil.
I think-
No.
You can’t think that.
You can be anything you want to be.
You can do anything you want to do.
Can I think?
You can think like me.
Can I speak?
You can speak with my approval.
But you can be anything you want to be.
You can do anything you want to do.
I think gay is okay.
I think abortion can be a good thing.
I think-
No.
You can’t think that.
You can be anything you want to be.
You can do anything you want to do.
Can I think?
You can think like me.
Can I speak?
You can speak with my approval.
But you can be anything you want to be.
You can do anything you want to do.
I think I should use a firearm to defend myself.
I think weed should be legal.
I think-
No.
You can’t think that.
I can speak the way you want me to speak.
I can think what you want me to think,
But if I want to be different
I must act like I agree to not be hurt.
I think-
No.
I think-
No.
I think-
No.
It doesn’t matter whether you’re black or white
Whether you agree with the left or the right.
You can be a social justice warrior
Or an anti-sjw, my point is this
Everyone is so busy pointing fingers and saying “you can do anything”
They forget that under their breath they are adding
“If it lines up with what I believe”
If you are for freedom, you should be for freedom for all
Not just those who agree with you
I Think...
We are the children of time
That big round clock
Arms like arrows
Not a minute to be wasted
In this precious cycle
Of ambition
We succeed
While hearts bleed
Yet we go on and on.
Growing up isn't tough
Mature before puberty
Nature versus nurture
A mind like ours is never a child
We are born fighters
Running full speed
Living the modern life 24*7.
Childhood was no fairytale
Education only for the male
Running the household
Responsibility of the female.
Every mark mattered
Couldn't afford to fail
We had dreams to go to Yale
Lopsided economies of scale.
Never heard a nursery rhyme
Anything but calculus was a crime
Professors of arts and humanities
Never earned a dime.
Peter Pan a fantasy
Charlie's chocolates a forbidden ecstacy
Mowgli a triviality
Winnie the Pooh served no practicality.
Industrious (child) laborers like us
Live in a world of reality
Where domestic violence is a commonality
Amidst high infant mortality.
Basic necessities are scarce
All the money gobbled up
By the fatty Babu's of
Our royal municipality.
Nasty neighborhood to live in
Mass murders ain't a confidentiality
Mafia's rewarded for their masculinity
No individuality
Fear of homosexuality.
Dreaming dreams do no harm
Waking up punched in the stomach
Not aided by an alarm
Learning to shoot a gun before ABC
My basti had no dearth of firearm
Attracting pity is our only charm.
Working day and night
50 rupees a month
One meal a day
Is our only right
Reading by the moonlight
Whenever free
If caught dozing off
Whipped brutally by the underdog
A terrible affright
No FIRs for our measly plight
To get out of that clumsy area
Is a dream a come true
But every Chotu
Doesn't have a happy ending.
When you are but a mule
A tiny part of a big racket
Any wrong move
And you are smashed like a bee
Slammed like a fist
Held in a cage
Anything but flying free.
Gaining independence is rare
Thinking of freedom a dare
Every chaiwala ain't no
Slumdog millionaire.
The following is a hypothetical situation;
Absolute government gun control now sweeps the nation.
We are at our harshest with regards to gun control legislation.
No firearm can be possessed or owned by any private citizen
without the harshest of penalties being imposed upon them,..
..but then inevitably another massacre happens,
taking innocent young lives, many of them children.
Such occurrences continue to happen again and again.
Our harshest of gun control laws accomplished absolutely nothing,
aside from denying every single responsible private citizen
their right to keep and bare arms either for collection or protection.
As long as guns are used in law enforcement and the military
there will always be an underground gun trafficking industry
and the senseless massacres of innocents will continue to be,
possibly even more frequently.
Many say that guns have no place in a civilized society,
and on that subject I too tend to agree,
but until we attain that Utopian civilized society,
whereupon all weapons and all guns are all history,
guns and gun tragedies are here to stay and will continue to be.
They say it is their legal rights
For them to bear a firearm
But every time you see the news
its the innocent ones whose getting harm
Today a man walks in public school
Just a couple hours ago
Take so many innocent lives
Why? We will never know
cause he turn the gun on him self
and no one will ever know the reason
and 26 children lays dead
so the elites can have their hunting season
Parents Drop their kids this morning
To school and said their goodbyes
Not knowing it’s the last time
They will be looking in their little eyes
When some hears the gun fire
They hurriedly call 911
By the time the police arrives
26 innocent lives are gone
What do you say to them?
The families who lost love ones
Their whole lives are taken away
Because the politicians refuse to ban guns
How many more people must die
Before all guns are completely destroy
How can parents ever cope?
Not seeing their little girl and little boy
Its time president Obama stands up
And stop putting the children at risk
I’m sure the nation’s founding father
Never though it would be like this
If Abraham Lincoln and George Washington
Was alive to see this massacred of children
They would have change the laws
To Never to sell a gun again
But the rich politicians in America
Are safe with their body guards
And putting guns in the hands
of people who are completely mad?
Massacres in Columbine high school
And the premiere of batman
Shootings in shopping malls across america
To much guns in the wrong hands
We the people of USA
We can’t let our innocent die anymore
If we cant get them to ban guns
Them what the hell are we voting for
A man should first know his own strength,
what it is he can and cannot do,
our physical power is no small thing,
use it wrong and you’ll be truly screwed,
they’ll take everything away from you.
But on the right job, or in self-defense
it’s a boon that can make all the difference.
A man should know that he has to work,
that without it there’s no dignity,
that hand-outs just put you on a leash,
make you someone else’s property,
for them to move around endlessly.
To truly be free, you’ll have to labor,
earn the respect of yourself and your neighbor.
Man should know of his nation’s past,
what it cost to get where we are now,
the good and the bad, and who sacrificed
to give us the life freedom allows,
not all folks with this chance are endowed.
It is our duty to see it live on,
to not do so would leave our children wronged.
A man should know to carry a knife,
and to own and use a firearm,
to know the when and why of such things,
in defense only should he cause harm,
or if hunting food down on the farm.
But trusting to fate will leave a man dead,
you must have the tools to hand evil its head.
A man should know how to spend his money,
how to plan ahead and make a budget,
and to put aside for the unforeseen,
it always hits when your least expect it,
and a killer lies within large debts.
It’s not just cash, it’s hours of your life,
things are easier when you spend it right.
A man should know that human nature
is something that’s never going to change,
and all who think they’ll ‘remake’ the world
as either childish, evil, or insane,
their ideas end in nothing but pain.
Treat people as the mixed batch they are,
at least then you’ll have the chance to go far.
A man should know that women are built
different not just in body, but in mind.
Each sex will have its natural strengths,
and we play to them all the time.
Given our aggression men will find
use in restraints from old chivalry,
no matter the protests of the feminazis.
A man should know how to be sincere,
to be honest in his life and his work,
to hold close to a firm code of honor
so as not to devolve into a jerk,
but to still remember how to hurt,
because if you can’t, if you have no backbone,
then you can forget a life that’s your own.
Ruskie the racoon
Saw the moon
Started to cry
Knowing the critter had to try
Defending some one's lie
From stars it did shine
Onto the untankful line
A planet in the night
Trying to be bright
Giving off enough light
Wearing a bandit mask
Ruskie was giving a violent task
Invading a home
To see if anyone was alone
Opening the door
Ruskie crept on the floor
Ready to declare it clear
Nothing to fear
Until a small image did appear
Coming up from Ruskie’s rear
Holding a silver firearm
Used on the cattle back at the barn
With survival in the eye
A child had the decision 'if Ruskie was going to die?'
There was a pleaded request
Before sending Ruskie to a place to rest
“Ruskie please stop
Or I will pull this trigger making a sound that will go pop pop
And if this does happen
In your pants you will do some crappin”
Suicide,
Something a lot of people think about.
Suicide,
Something someone dies from every 15 minutes.
Suicide,
Something two people die from.
Suicide,
Something to end the pain, the suffering, the hopelessness.
Suicide,
Something over 50 percent of people do with a firearm.
Suicide,
Something done by most teens.
Suicide,
Its not a joke, when someone commits suicide, there gone, for good.
Suicide,
the 11th leading cause of death worldwide.
Suicide,
Notes, poems, stories.
Suicide,
Every suicide, has a story behind it.
Suicide,
Every suicide has a note, something to tell there loved ones goodbye.
Suicide,
When you feel like no one cares, No one notices.
Suicide,
To escape the pain.
Suicide,
The final goodbye.
Suicide.