Put the Guns Down

Everyday a little boy wakes up in fear Will he make it to school? Or get shot like a deer? Nameless bullets whip back and forth Like snowflakes during a blizzard “Don’t shoot I want to grow up” posters line the liquor store walls. And bullets determine a child’s future Instead of love and compassion In people’s hearts, There is hate and gun lead Fueling their thoughts The mother fears letting her child out She knows the violence The streets can pose Bullets without destinations Stalk innocent lives Babies, toddlers, teenagers The grown and the old Aren’t protected by the goodness of their souls Guns impose on peace and tranquility The violence it helps bring Is unnecessary The amount of love it destroys Is unparalleled The end of this type of violence Will be like the end of anarchy This is the first step We must take To end the absence of love Click, clack, Bang, bang Down goes the rule of HATE