Poezja

What could happen with just one more gun
Surely it can’t really harm anyone
But I feel I need it for my protection
As I lately realised on reflection
That I didn’t feel very safe any more
And needed more than the locks on my door
And it’s my right to improve my safety
Which I thought this addition would guarantee
But each new weapon is a new way to die
And I sit here unable to stop myself cry
He was only playing but I’ve now lost my son
What could happen with just one more gun