The people can't hear me
They use and abuse me for violence
If I could talk They'd hear me
Instead they hear the loud echo of screams that shoot out my muzzle
I am more than just an act of violence that you use me for
Put me down I cry and scream but the cries of death are louder than mines
They hide me in a duffle bag i shall never know why
they carry me in secrecy and pull me out often behind a mask
Is this all I am to you?
A weapon used only to destroy the lives around me
Blood splatters on me but i don’t move unless the person holding me dispose of me
Dispose of me ? why I haven’t done anything but stay in place
While you grip onto my stock not letting go
Then you pull my trigger and seventeen bodies fall carelessly
Then i wonder am i only used for violence?