As I seemed very affected by a piece of news appearing in the papers almost a year ago – I first wrote a poem, then made a song – about this boy in Junior High School who allegedly killed his teacher.
Here goes:
GUNS
In this world
We make guns
When someone uses them
We act with great surprise
A child in a school
Is disparate
For love and attention
He could talk or cry
But the Gun is there
It feels like the right revenge
Towards this cruel world
A quick and easy solution
For a troubled mind
Could he express
the longing
The loneliness
To the world
If there were no Guns?
Could we see him?
really see him?
In this world
We make guns
We need to kill
The enemy
We need to kill
He who thinks differently
He who looks different
He who is just him
Not us
Not like we
Can we conform him
Using a Gun
To be like us
Or – should we just
Get rid of him
Wash our hands
Walk away
With him gone
We now have
One less thing to worry about
Or do we?
The worry we had before
The threat of that which is different
Moving into our world
We now have to carry
Forever
In our guts
In our hearts
How strange
How amazingly strange
The human mind works
I wonder?
If there were
No Guns
No spears
No clubs
No…
Would we hurt each other
Along other paths?
Would we find other ways to “lash out”
At that which is outside us
In an attempt
In a hopeless attempt
to understand
That
Which lies within
???
Zitta originally written 10/22-13
