GUNS
What is this piece in my hand?
The bullet and bullet shells coordinate as a band.
It sometimes be on water or land.
As time evolve, we evolve at the same time that a musket looks like a papergun
spitin' powder while changing into an era with ak-47s releasing six clips within an hour
and the next thing you we speaking "black power".
If life is getting better how come I see the blood getting clearer(?), as the pathway
gets smaller criminals get taller and our souls get sour.
I say this piece in my hand becomes more human, although it' not worth using.
This poem is about:
Our world
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