Invitation to write Gun Control Poetry

the night was dark my car had stalled
my friend and i walked home
my cell reception *out of area*
the battery dead and cold

a trip of footsteps echoed mine
i didn’t turn around
my hands clenched - my speed picked up
i was frightened by the sound

thrown to the ground
from behind
his hands a stranglehold
thrashing ‘bout my fingers found
my friend - gun metal cold

I fired close range
half clad half live
trigger pulled - percussion jolt
though blood flowed freely
it wasn’t mine
i’d of died without my Colt



(hehehe that was the most fun 5 minutes I've had all day)

peace

[edit on 6-4-2009 by silo13]

reply to post by backyard guru


We don't need guns

We don’t need guns in Ingerland
Cause guns are banned
I understand.

We don’t need guns in Angerland
We’ve football fans
Who use their hands.

We don’t need guns in England
We juveniles
Who run in gangs

The police will protect us
They’re one in a million.
Ask anyone who isn't Brazilian.