Wrapped in plastic
Capped in brass
All it takes is a tap
To hear my blast
My mind eye
Like a shotgun’s spread
Wide, and devastating
My ***** like buckshot
Steel.
No words are left
To explain how I feel
But I do know this
That I will not yield
I will not kneel
I know not why I started fighting
But I know why I keep fighting
I may not be precise
I may not be new
I am of not the chosen few
But I can pay what is due
in the end my might will show through