If, only if i had a gun,
i'll coax your thought with the muzzle.
Then i'll watch you tremble
And your kneel betray the body.
Then i'll make you recite every wrong you did me,
Like an errant school boy who failed his sums
And furstrated tears stinging your eyes.
Oh! I would do so much to your soul with a gun,
But all i have here is an angry pen
And an indifferent paper.
So all that would be my lips refrain is
I wish, i wish, i wish i had a gun,
For wishing is all i have the courage to do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem