Colin F. Jones

GUNS

Guns are made to kill with; nothing more,
Needed by soldiers who go to fight a war,
But men who carry guns are not free,
For in themselves the enemy they see.,
Or in their governments whom they clearly fear,
As all the reasons why the gun is dear.
But enter not my household with your gun,
For in my home all argument is done,
Peace retains its dignity and its pride,
Pertaining to the goodwill felt inside,
For he who cannot trust his fellow man,
Will find no thread among my family clan,
Guns are insecure symbols perceiving threat,
That lead to bitter moments of regret.