Guns In The Wrong Hands: Poem by Changez Ndzai

Have heard much of its effect,
A clear picture of remedy of corruption,
No more brothers and sisters prefect,
What I see is peace in pieces nomination.

Writers have wrote messages in packet,
Pin pointing out the ill aspiration,
But there messages went off like a rocket,
Since everyone is big in this nation.

Now see its outcomes as we select,
The news every time carries assassination,
Guns have been the bridge to death elect,
Bullets have become homesteads decoration.

Police and hooligans pick fight in broad day light,
The word massacre is a common notation,
Also the police do live in sacred fear so tight,
Who will come up with the main solution?

Life has become valueless icon to protect,
Firearms in wrong hands shutter its ration,
Legitimate citizens of this sovereign nation,
Must stand still for loyalty and to connect.