Under the Gun

When great grief has come,

after lives are lost and wars begun.

We search and look for some to blame,

to point the finger to take the shame.

 

“Of course!” human nature thinks to himself,

“A gun caused the problem, everyone understands.

The machine made the decision and not the man!”

 

So on every article across the sea,

the gun was the problem, but never me.

 

See fellow Americans, we don’t understand.

Taking the gun away, Still leaves the man.

The man who had the choice to take,

the man who framed the weapon’s name.

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