I keep replaying
Last night's scene.
An English man
sitting at a bar,
in a wealthy
side of town.

He was carrying on
with me about
The People
not having
a good reason
to carry a gun.

It's hard for him to see
why I strongly disagree.
I want The People
to fight for what they believe in,
and question authority.

It wouldn't be quite fair
if the law makers
and enforcers
had all the guns
and we had none.

Rebels are going to
have guns anyway,
but they call them criminals.
Then otherizing them,
making it "okay"
for them to be locked away
in 3x overcrowded cells,
for as long as they can keep them there.

Please keep explaining to me
why you,
who lives in a gated community,
are okay with your gun
in your locked safe,
but you're not okay with me,
who lives in the south end,
having a gun
on my hip
as I walk through
a littered park.

Or why it's not okay
for a women,
looking good
for a night out on the town,
to keep a gun in her purse
as she passes the downtown alleys
and begging homeless.

You're right about the terrorists.
They don't really exist,
but do you realize who
did bomb the towers?
Do you realize who is creating
the fear of black men, now Muslims?

Please keep telling me
that there's no reason
for a revolution.
That there's no good reason
For The people
to carry a gun.

There's nothing wrong
with fighting for what you believe in,
but blindly taking away
ones ability to fight back,
that's wrong.

Comment with your opinions on gun rights if you want!! Here's my opinion.
#people   #guns   #rights  

this woman
she raises soldiers
Spinning sweet lies
and throwing hard truths
its fucking brutal in here
nothing is sacred
We take what we need
when we want it
Its us against them
we are alone
You are alone
She'll throw you right in
and you do have a choice
You sink
or you swim baby
Mumma cant keep us all up
Come out swinging
She cant tell you whats on the other side
but she’ll tell you that you'd better be ready
gun cocked
fully loaded
She'll light a cracker right at your feet
keep moving
This woman
she’s covered in scars
she wants you to shoot
Shoot for the stars
But you're on your own
Mummas got guns
Pointed at men
Pointed at lovers
Pointed at fathers
pointed at mothers
Love is blind
and she’s firing
Into the night
so take your post
You're on your own

#love   #mother   #family   #guns   #childhood   #motherhood   #women   #child   #mum   #mumma  

Its hard for me
to quantify
my loathing
of the NRA,
but one example
comes to me
like Sherlock
and his enemy,

at Reichenbach Falls,
Lapierre and I
would tumble
into waters raging
foamy white
& crashing angry,
& in his ear
I would whisper,
as my clutch
it grows yet tighter,

the names of all
the fallen children,
& daughters,

little Michael,
small Tyrell,
and when I'd
reach the very end,
I'd begin again
my tragic list,
all interspersed
with curses true
with damn
and damn
and goddam

#poem   #politics   #guns   #donald   #trump   #nra  
Feb 20

Allow the young to grasp the hands of death,
pull the strings of their brains,
shape them into monsters
and make them endure the worst.

Create tragedy from their touch,
give them guns
and send them to war.
They are hollow,
their heartbreak written in the spilled blood.

You took their hope and exchanged it for hell,
yet still they breathe
and stand tall
as their knees quiver
from the heavy burden of the things they've done.

written on 2017-02-20.
#war   #guns   #battlefield   #the100  

Grab your pitchforks run him outta town,
only because his skin is brown.
If he knocks on the door don't let him in,
only because he lacks white skin.
Punch his face with a bang and a whack
only because his skin is black.
Pull out your gun shoot him in the head,
only because he grows his dreads.
Lock him in jail for nothing bad,
call him a loser and a deadbeat dad.

If you don't think you've gone too far,
you're wrong, your soul's as black as coal tar.

The sun moves through the sky so quickly,
and you sit there and look, while the moon rises swiftly.
But the friend of the Gods, still can't call on the rain.
He cannot do a thing he couldn't even destroy young Cain.
A gun in the hand of a one eyed man,
destroys any dreams of the half minded lamb.
Removing so many of the mice you called men,
destroying the oath made from the princes demand.
Killing the things that desire only life,
to dress the rich men in clothes from the sacrificed.
Why evil men? Do you know what you've lost?
The trust of the people. Has this ever been worth the cost?
Luckily, this is all that's been told, we have to write the story.
We'll write it alone, correctly for us, write it in gold, and write our glory.

#sonnet   #story   #guns   #write   #men   #liberty   #glory  

In order to drum up business
I roam the streets of my hometown
handing out my hand bills
dressed as a circus clown

I can see the fear in eyes
passing them my sheet adverts
never a clown will they deny
threatening, in a violent shirt

They'll hem and haw, uncomfortable
trying to ignore my ad and spiel
my entrapment, so intentional
extolling my sales, and deals

Has my business increased?
why yes, it greatly did expand
my gun shop advertisements
creating, new demand

Hehe BLAM goes the Ronald! :D
#guns   #humor   #business   #hand-bill  
Jan 1

I stared at you
with a familiar feeling
gasping unaware
of you're melody
that black silk was an answer to mercilessly
violet prophesied romantics
because thunder were
hollow shots of gun fists
like an alter not worshiping
but closely listening
to blossoming ceaseless mummers
plastered on
illuminated pulsating

worship my tongue like you're drowning in different philosophies
wow its 2017
#metaphor   #poet   #melody   #guns   #drowning   #thunder   #hollow   #writer   #worship   #skins  
Ana S
Ana S
Dec 30, 2016

This is my fire range
The place I put my thoughts when they are rearanged.
Yes this is my firing range.
The only thing keeping me partially sane.
When I need to let go I hold on
This page gives me a new dawn
So yes this is my firing range
Where I fire the most hateful words
With a wirl in my brain.
Welcome to my firing range.

A metaphors
#love   #hate   #pain   #sadness   #screaming   #insanity   #guns   #sane   #refuge   #safty  
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