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Godot51

(239 posts)
Tue Sep 17, 2013, 10:24 AM Sep 2013

Songs for guns

I Bought a Gun


One day I bought a shotgun
and I looked at my shotgun
and its shells
and I said quietly to myself: "Courage".
But for some reason my heart still shrank
and my hands still trembled
and I felt alone and small
as I watched the others stride around me;
and I said quietly to myself: "I need more".

So, one day, I bought a rifle
and I looked at my rifle
and its cartridges
and I said aloud: "Courage".
But somehow courage eluded me
and my eyes darted about
and I felt at ill at ease
as I watched the others stride around me;
and I said aloud: "I need more".

So, I one day, I bought a revolver
and I looked at my revolver
and its bullets
and I said in a clear, firm voice: "Courage".
But why was my heart still so small
and why was I nervous
and feeling uncomfortable
as I watched the others stride around me;
and I said in my clear, firm voice: "I need more".

So, one day, I bought an automatic
and I looked at my automatic
and its magazine
and I said in a loud voice: "Courage".
But where was the courage I wanted
and I found myself shying away
and why did I feel so alone
as I watched the others stride around me;
and I said in my loud voice: "I need more".

So, one day, I bought a semi-automatic rifle
and I looked at my semi-automatic rifle
and its extended magazine
and I screamed: "Courage".
But I didn't find my courage in my guns
and I didn't find it in myself
and I felt too much to bear
as I watched the others stride around me;
and I screamed my scream: "I need more".

So, one day, I took my guns with me
and I looked at my guns
and all their ammunition
and I softly said to myself: "Courage".
But for some reason my heart shrank
and my hands still trembled
and I felt alone and small
as I watched the others stride around me:
and I softly said to myself: "Maybe tomorrow..."

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