God's Machine Gun Poem by Robert Peacock

Poor lost
Misguided fool
Firing off his
Grizzly tool
Thinks he’s keeping
The golden rule
Because his God lives in his machine gun

If Women and Children
Happen to come by
He will cut them down
With a blink of his eye
He has no compassion
For the tears they cry
Because his God lives in his machine gun

Drive a car
Into an innocent crowd
With explosives hidden
In a devious shroud
Then Blow it up
To make your Family proud
Because their God lives in a machine gun

Pray for peace
But fill your world with hate
Hypocrisy leads
To a terrible fate
Check yourself and change
Before it’s too late
Or your God will live
In someone’s machine gun