A Gun Won't Make You A Man

I heard on the news the other morning that another child had been killed. And as I sat there listening to the emotionless reporter talk about his death I felt the tears roll down my cheek. All I could think was that he was so young, had so much life left in him, but someone felt they had to prove their manhood and pulled a trigger. Nevermind that innocent people stood near-by. Nevermind that the intended target wasn't there.  Nevermind that bullets are blind and can't read braille, so it will never know who its target is. Nevermind that pulling the trigger will never make you a man only a coward to scared to face his problems head on. See when you use violence to solve problems you never get the answers you seek. Only families with funerals of dead loved ones, whose only crime was being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Parents left wondering why their child. Questioning God, turning their backs on Him. And friends left seeking revenge. So as the body count goes up the heartache pours out. But how quickly will that gun make you a man? I don't understand how you think you can play God and tell someone their fate with a single shot from your supossedly manhood. How can you find solance in your permanet solutions to tempoary problems. I will never understand how you can kill the innocent and still sleep at night. I pose this question to the witness, the friend riding shotgunwith you. How can you see someone get killed and never open your mouth to put his murder in jail? Put his parents at ease? Some unwritten rule that dictates our lives ' Don't Snitch'. But really I don't blame you because we were taught at an early age not to snitch. But still I grieve for that innocent life left breathless, that body left without a heartbeat. To quickly we are erasing our future before it is even written. To soon will our future be memories of what could have been. What should have been. So next time you pick up a gun to prove that you're a man know that real men don't have to pull triggers to solve their problems. Real men talk through their problems, but it seems we have a hard time solving our problems without the use of guns. Society has left us warped. Words make  us punks. Guns make us men. But i could never kill you with my words,only bullets as they ring out from a gun.