Guns Made Us

All around
Gus are said to be bad
But how were we made?

War with guns
Created our freedom
To become one.

Though with good,
There's always bad.
And in the mood,
Violence makes us mad.

To make it end,
They say "Take it away!"
But how were we made?

We were made
On self defense
To keep us safe
Sine we were made.

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