A Gun Poem by Martha Macias

It could protect you from harms way,
It could could kill anything in your way,
It could kill or keep your enemies away,

All though it could make your night a living hell,
All though it makes you wanna yell,

It might make you loose all your senses,
It might be the only option you have,
It might be the only option you have to use,

As you point the gun up to your head,
With one shoot this could all end,
As you pull the metal trigger,
With this your misery will end,