I do not want a gun.
I once owned one
way back when I was young.



I think I’d run away
if someone pulled a gun on me.
(though I don’t run anymore)



Too many of our young
are done with life when they are young
because of guns.



The young quite often think
that guns are fun
and I recall when I did, too.



Nowadays the TV screens are filled
with images bodies shot
so I am not a fan of guns.



But maybe if ISIS came to get me
and was interested in my head
I’d wish I had a semi-automatic.

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