A poem written by Paula Golden, a mother of three.
So you like to play with guns and take lives,
instead of doing something great with your life.
Why not just sign up for a tour of war,
and quit shootings, making prey of the poor?
Is an army lifestyle just too real for you?
Only cowards do the things that you do;
killing fathers and mothers,
sisters and brothers,
leaving sons and daughters;
human lives that you’ve slaughtered.
It’s sad you don’t think of the lives you destroy.
You choose a gang of bitter men and lost boys.
So you think life’s a game to play with guns?
No one laughs when they bury their loved ones.
Wait till it’s a family member that you mourn,
and some gang had you kill them just to join.
People with a purpose don’t need a gang
To get shot working to feed a family is insane.
Does it make you feel good inside
or are you blind, without empathy or pride?
Why not just get shipped to a distant shore,
to fight battles that aren’t even yours?
Then maybe you will awaken and see
how important it is to live life free;
from hunger, homelessness, bombs and guns
and brutal wars that may never be won.
And those bodies, lifeless and dead,
died for nothing they did or they said.
Life is not meant to be a war zone,
so choose to stop killing on your own.