Gun's In Hell Poem by Randy McClave

In Heaven, you won't find any guns
But, you instead will find them all in hell,
They have murdered many fathers and sons
Now, with the Devil those murderers now dwell.
They are used by both bullies and cowards
When they pretend they are something they are not,
They believe that they give out justice and righteous powers
From a murdering weapon that they have bought.
A gun was created only to kill
It was made to cripple and to take a life,
It wasn't created for peace or love or to heal
All it brings is revenge, hate and strife.
A gun anyone can own
And a gun anyone can aim and shoot,
But, because of a gun evil in the world is sewn
It makes you a bully, an oppressor, a ruffian and a brute.
A brave man drinks water with both hands cupped
A coward drinks with one hand, while the other holding a gun's trigger,
And only one is not ever a coward or corrupt
And only one believes owning a gun makes them bigger.
In Heaven you will find no enemies, but family
In Hell everyone will be known as enemies and sinful coded,
And each one in Hell will live in a calamity
Because each one will have a gun, and it will be unloaded.

Randy L. McClave