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.


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 sos 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 Im sixteen,
I will make them all scream;
for now, I will have my fun,
Cos Ive brought to school,
My Papas AR-15 Assault Gun!

D G Moody 2023

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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

D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
Thanks all for the feedback. And also Allen pointing out a typo, which I've now corrected.

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

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

Sends chills just reading it. A difficult subject to tackle.