Whether guns or knives, the question should be, why? I'm all for gun control, but also what creates the perpetrator of a mass shooting.


AR-15

Before I was one,
I was born from the bone;
then when I was two,
I was put inside a shoe.
When I was three,
The lightning forked inside me.
Then when I was four,
I was locked outside the door.
When I was but five,
They cut my soul with a knife.
And when I was six,
I was taught dirty tricks.
Then when I was seven,
I lost the key to heaven.
So, when I was eight,
I learnt how to hate.
When I was just nine,
I first became malign.
Then when I was ten
I said my last amen.
And when I was eleven,
the dark to me beckoned.
So, when I was twelve.
into cruelty I delved.
Then when I was thirteen.
I hid so’s not to be seen.
And when I was fourteen
they thought – just a teen.
But when I was fifteen,
I stepped aside the screen.
And now that I’m sixteen,
I will make them all scream;
for now, I will have my fun,
Cos I’ve brought to school,
My Papa’s AR-15 Assault Gun!

© D G Moody 2023




Poetry by D G Moody
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Written on 2023-06-27 at 19:06

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
A very well constructed and unfortunately,
Will always be a topical poem as long as
Children can get their hands on firearms.
Regards Alan
2023-06-29


D G Moody
Thanks all for the feedback. And also Allen pointing out a typo, which I've now corrected.
2023-06-28


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree with Lawrence and cowtrotter, you may have accurately described those awful souls, and truly a difficult subject to tackle.... but well done my friend. Blessings and love, Allen
2023-06-28


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
You may have accurately portrayed many of those sad, deadly people.
2023-06-28



Sends chills just reading it. A difficult subject to tackle.
2023-06-27