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A long time ago, when I was a kid there was
lots of stupid stuff that i know that I did                                              
But one thing I know is, if I had a beef                                                         with somebody else, then i'd knock out his teeth.

There was no need for knives, *** I dont mind a fight.        
Only cowards use blades, and you know that I'm right.                  
If you can't use your fists like a real man would,  
then I'd give it up boy cause you're really no good.
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We would battle it out, not go in for the ****.
It was to sort out a problem not a maniacs thrill.                                          The best man would win and then it was done.                                        Sorted out like two men, without a knife or a gun.

We don't beat on our woman, nor man handle the old.                        
It was not our intention to be laced up in gold
We wasn't bought up to go out and rob      
So we did what they all did then and got us a job.

We never took our vengeance over the top                  
we never shot at people or murdered a cop                                                   If thats my attitude I would have been shown the door.            
If you wanna be a killer then go find you a war.

Would they be as brave if the other's shot back                                            or if they'd walked on a land mine *** they'd strayed off the track.        
Travelling to places where kids are dying of aids and                              instead of staying too help they could go out on night raids.

Now its got to be said that i am getting no younger                                 but my heart brims with hurt when kids are dying of hunger.                 So if you wanna be a man then just throw down your gun.                      Go and travel to these lands where there is work to be done.

If you think your a big man and you want to see death.                             Go to a land with no water and you'll see the bereft.                                   and if you're so big that you dont feel the pain                              
just take that blade out and open a vein.

Isn't it time for you to at last realise.                                            
That attrocities are real and dont come in disguise.                            
so go out there 'Boy' and do all that you can                                    
and when you do that I will call you a 'man'.

So I hope you heed the warning to keep away from that gun.                   Give your mother an extra day of seeing her son.                      
Smiling and breathing, that child to whom she gave birth.            
Not rotting in a graveyard covered by six foot of earth.

Learn a lesson from your breatheren who end up full of lead                   and end the retaliation that leaves another kid dead.                      
The hospitals can give figures better than I ever could                        
but just listening to the news I know they cannot be good.

So if you must fight take a tip from the past                                             use your natural resourses and that way you may last,                           to use a knife or a gun you dont have to be brave              
and it's sure as hell a fast line to a grave.
August 2013
Justin S Wampler Sep 2014
Oh my, I'm dragging bodies
over the welcome mat and I
sit them up on the couch so that
they may feel at home

Oh jeez, these displaced pixels
and rhythmic reception soon
let loose a solemn deluge
of flickering blue light onto

Oh dear, dead faces in the glow
of some early-morning show
currently being reflected back by
their glazed and vacant eyes

that I just can't seem
to stop staring into.
eye keel you nao
Carley Aug 2014
You shot me in the stomach
And not the head.
I thought you'd try to
**** my wishful thoughts,
But you saved me from
The butterflies instead.
-CsR
Lunar Jul 2014
who am i
to have the right
to shoot an arrow
into your heart
to make you love me?

sadly my name's not cupid.

but then again,
nor does cupid exist.
Writing on my phme        
makes me want to shoot myself  
in the leg. no joke.
Haiku senryu phone agggh

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