Guns don’t kill people; bullets ripping through organs, flesh, and bones do. GUN VIOLENCE = MEANNESS X FEAR
Guise With Guns
It hit me in a flash
Seeing through
Guise with guns
They are more frayed
Than I am
In efface of weepin’s
More be deviled
Possessing weapons
Fore all won knows
It’s a bout
Barren arms
And that piece of mine
If you can never have
Enough
You might
As well
Gauge it to be
A canon
The mortar that holes together freedom
As sow much more than passing ordnance
Burying bodies of evidence
Daze upon daze
As in life
Taking
Lazy aim
Lo, the necessary evil of the hood
The bravado of white hats
Look out
Up on that green
And burgeoning red
Of renegade lawn enforcement
Caught
In a cross fire
Upgraded from sticks and nails
Preserving the clan
Defending their own
Bye all rights
Wise guys
Ready and Abel
Smoking more than grass
