Bang Crack Pow

I was created to kill on the battlefield. Today I don’t like the way I feel. Sometimes I wish I had never been created. With all these killings I just hate it.

When I’m seen I know I instill fear. But I don’t like taking lives that others hold dear. What the heck is going on? If I had legs I would run. Innocents dying, shooters lying.

I want to implode. Hate when schools explode. Why was I created? Innocent people are dying, nations crying and I just hate myself. Please please please if you own me keep me hidden high on a shelf. Don’t want to be in little hands for I’m not a toy. I’m a weapon to deploy.

So as you can see my life isn’t fun. Oh, how I hate being a gun. I end lives when I’m fired. I can’t wait to be retired.

The word gun was suggested by a wonderful man named Christopher P.

Thank you for reading.
Sincerely Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn

Anyone else have a word for me? Bring it.

2 thoughts on “Bang Crack Pow

  1. What a beautiful expression of thoughts. Keep those thoughts coming as so many people are walking with fear and emptiness in their hearts. What is a life worth? When will it end? Stop the hatred and love one another.

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