Take My Gun Poem by Randy McClave

Take my gun!
You can keep it,
Holding it is not at all fun
And I'm tired of carrying it.
I'm saddened when people whisper and stare,
I'm sick of it when it I wear.

Take my gun!
I don't want to become a murderer or a killer,
From fear I will no longer run
I want to be a God fearing pillar.
I want murders and cowardliness to lessen,
My faith is in God, and not in Smith & Wesson.

Take my gun!
I don't want it anymore,
With it hate and violence I have seen done
My life is more than hate and war.
You can have all of my bullets as well,
You can send them both to hell.

Take my gun!
I'm not a coward or a bully,
This is not a pun
I believe in that description of other gun owners fully.
Please take my gun,
And let me keep my son.

Randy L. McClave