The gun became
No gruesome deaths
No one put aflame
No more crucifixions
No swords to be used
To chop off a head
Of someone accused
Bows and arrows
A thing of the past
For hunting prey
Just give them a blast
Their enemies
Lined up in a row
Each shot in the head
In the trenches they go
A bank robbery
Lined up in a row
Each shot in the head
In the trenches they go
A bank robbery
Just show your gun
People will listen
They won't try to run
Disgruntled teens
Brought guns to school
Shooting the students
They thought were cool
The guns that you own
You need to hide
Children may find them
And many have died
By, Randee Saber 4/12/12
Shooting the students
They thought were cool
The guns that you own
You need to hide
Children may find them
And many have died
By, Randee Saber 4/12/12
