Where's my gun?

[A loved one]

In this peaceful world
Where we hear more criticism
Rather than laughter
I’d like to face this day
With some new born hope
But there my fists arrive
To the face of this man,
Once filled with love
But now with thoughtlessness
I want to scream for help
I’d like to kill ones I love
But they have removed my hands
And where’s my gun,
My disgust,
My pain?
Where’s my safety,
My shelter,
My TV?

Taken away by the soldiers
Who should protect me
For this agonizing hate

Now, by the sight of this body,
That is my own,
See how surely this parade
Of insensitivity
Has come to an end,
And feel with these words
In what way hate should be held inside
And in what way love should be passionate
And believe with these words
I have written this story down
To confront it with yours.

-.-Love

[tacidvs]

Warrig, warrig...

[A loved one]

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