Everyday a little boy wakes up in fear
Will he make it to school?
Or get shot like a deer?
Nameless bullets whip back and forth
Like snowflakes during a blizzard
“Don’t shoot I want to grow up” posters line the liquor store walls.
And bullets determine a child’s future

Instead of love and compassion
In people’s hearts,
There is hate and gun lead
Fueling their thoughts

The mother fears letting her child out
She knows the violence
The streets can pose
Bullets without destinations
Stalk innocent lives
Babies, toddlers, teenagers
The grown and the old
Aren’t protected by the goodness of their souls

Guns impose on peace and tranquility
The violence it helps bring
Is unnecessary
The amount of love it destroys
Is unparalleled

The end of this type of violence
Will be like the end of anarchy
This is the first step
We must take
To end the absence of love
Click, clack,
Bang, bang
Down goes the rule of HATE