Children with Guns

Eyes of a killer, Scared inside,
Frighteningly cold, warped sense of pride,
Lost control, actions unsure,
Violence reins, beings impure,
Gang colours fly, proudly displayed,
Evils wrought, by man and made,
Darkness falls, figures move out,
Madness descends, shadows shout,
Full moon in the sky, only light,
Serving only to further, the darkness of night,
Flashes of gunfire, report echos in the dark,
Another dead, life ends in the park,
Out on the street, when they should be in bed,
Killing each other, not co-existing instead,
These figures with auto's, leaving mark on the city,
Is the guy sitting in school, or that girl so pretty,
Children with guns, bringing war to our home,
Children in gangs, not children alone,
Inspired by adults, greed, lies, and worse,
The evils that we create, make up this verse,
It's our fault, not theirs, but ours no less,
It's only these kids with guns that our greed does impress,
It isn't in their blood, but in our teaching they learn,
When judgement comes around, and you face your turn,
Will your heart be light, free of guilt and blame,
Or next to these children, will you be the same?

Nicholas Bronson

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