Kids walking with glass under their feet,
Dead bodies left on the cold streets.
Wars and battles are heating on,
But tell me, exactly, who has won?
The stench of innocent deaths disgust my heart,
Seeing mothers, brothers, sisters all torn apart.
I'll point a gun, point blank at his head,
And "God bless you" that's all i said.
With his eyes watered and the gun thrown on the floor,
I escorted myself out the door.
From then on, he lived to turn the world inside out,
With the same gun in his hand, but bullets, all cleared out.
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