Gun is like our toyLife is shot at point blank.With bullets under our beltWe have begun a new cult.With the Bible on the lipsAnd the gun well under the grip,
The equation of peace doesn’t tally,
Life is under a never ending sally.Emotion is like a gathering typhoon,Mind is like a restless baboon.When arms are reaching such hands,Man is only a fire brand.Mind requires taming,Else, life will be crumbling.What is the net result?Neither you nor I will exist.
Isn’t it a callous situation?
Isn’t it a precarious
condition?Man has reached the starsBut he is wreck-less at his internal wars.Gun cannot ultimately save humanity