death by denial…

when
a weapon
is pressed tight
against
your skull
and
you smell
the cold metal
tell me
once again
guns don’t kill
people
do
when
it
is your
innocent child
lying in a grave
whose body
has been
pierced
like
christ
tell
me
once again
those
paid for
words
guns
don’t kill
people
do
for
when
you lie
upon death’s bed
your
blood money
flowing
from
a gunshot wound
i shall
repeat
to you
guns
don’t kill
people
do
but
shall
also ask
would you
like
some tea
or
perhaps
a prayer