Robert Peacock

Rookie - 245 Points (Chicago)

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

Topic(s) of this poem: religion, war

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Weather you pull the trigger or let someone do it for you when you support the action you are equally as guilty.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 29, 2015

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