Barrels for You
Barrels for You…
Just a side note, I am a firm believer in everyone’s right to legally possess a firearm according to the law. I believe in the second amendment. It’s always the few that give a bad name to the many. This is for one of those people that thinks the gun makes them the bigger person….
Barrels for You
Cylinders on evil journeys
creating ravaged doors
Sinews severed in crimson seas
Those tunnelways explored
Destruction in their aftermath
A puddle filled with tears
Shiny Toys made for psychopaths
Assailing us with fear
How big a man does it make you?
That feeling of cold steel
Sentiments that have enslaved you
Killing prey for appeal
The dresser in a lacquered box
My whispers calling you
Sometimes that box is left unlocked
My whispers bleeding through
Empowerment emboldens you
And I get the best of you
Grab me off the book case, carry through
What you were going to do
Target by their ear lobe tissue
Pressure on the trigger
Now erase their opposing views
Pull the trigger quicker
Let “me” free to embolden you
Visualize when he dies
Did I do all you’re hoping to
Did life leave from his eyes?
Are you surprised, you always knew—
What you were getting into
That split moment your finger drew
Cocked back and fired true
I passed through him to a girl you knew
Single file through this dude
This time around I hit bone tissue
Bursting through in hot pursuit
Her Dress green with spots of rubicund
The deep red soaking through
Causing flaws on the fabric and
crashing her barbecue
I shattered more glass strolling through
Hollow cast and reissued
Serial scratched I spread my views
Who else could I bump into?
Seven inches about two pounds
Been in your schools and playgrounds
In your towns, and burial grounds
then never to be found
I make my rounds without permits
In some poor kid’s cockpit
Some bullied kid with a shoulder chip
His bully needs his wig split
I never ask them to commit
To the evils they submit
Sunlit pavements under outfits
Brain parts sticky like tar pits
I’m never around when they admit
To whom they tried to hit
I always hear them throwing fits
wrestling with their own wits
But nothing is evil without you
Because I’m just a gun
Your finger pulls the trigger, it’s true,
Without you, I am done
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I appreciate what you have written here. Thank you for this poem. Jamie
Thank you for reading Jamie appreciate your comment.
A visual image from the perspective of a gun. Very intense and pulls the reader in to not look away till the end. Well done, Paul. I like your “side note” and agree with you.
Thank you so much Phyllis. Appreciate your comments. Gun rights are always a tough topic to discuss. I know some feel uncomfortable expressing their beliefs and I respect everyone’s opinion. But, glad you agree.
Living in Australian automatically gives one a different perspective on guns. I agree with an individuals right to carry one but believe strict guidelines need to be inforced in regard to background checks, mental health history etc. I do know however that people can often get hold of guns belonging to other family members unless strict security is in place as well.
It is a difficult debate to get into, but your poem expresses some of the issues very well. Good job, Paul.
Yeah you Aussies have a very strict government over there. But, I agree with background checks and screenings, etc. In fact, I believe certain states have that built into their gun laws which is a step in the right direction. Definitely a difficult debate to address but one that is an important one. Thank you so much for your comments John. Appreciate them
Great Topic to write a Poem on…for sure. Right off the bat…I see you used a quote from a long time Texas Governor: Rick Perry, on your top image (I’m a Texan)! I sense an anger at what is truly Evil out there…from the gun’s perspective…in this Poem. There is destruction, injury, loss of life, innocence shattered, and the reality of everything a bullet can do …strung through out your Poem. All of which…a “Gun” is capable of…then again…So is “Man”. Got to admit…your wordage for this Poem is powerful. The Reader can discern through imagery: “what” or “who” is the most Evil… after such a Poem. “Barrels to You” (That would make a great title to a Western Movie…BTW)…is a great read on a hot topic. One that needs to have all views expressed…including from People who have had to look down a barrel of a gun, or who have had/or needed to defend their home, and People who keep their Guns securely locked away, and train others on Gun Safety, etc.
100% agree. The gun is cold steel it has no sense of good or evil that purpose is delivered through the user. A gun by itself is inanimate, the user makes it a force for either good or evil. I would love to hear all sides of the discussion when it relates to this topic. John already mentioned he feels psychological evaluations should be done prior to handing someone the ability to kill with the pull of a trigger. I agree with him wholeheartedly. There are so many arguments for and against gun owning, I tend to lean on the side of being able to own and defend myself and my property and loved ones. Steve really appreciate your comments. Thank you.