Land of The Gun (Certified F bomb free)

Raids and Patrols

       Running this witch hunt

        From town to town

 

      Old ones and sick ones

       the rest not around

 

   five darkened doorways

           100 to one

 

  The smart ones get quicker

     the rest just get hung

 

     Dead in the Alley

    Blood in the sink

 

     No one saw nothing

Just the smell and the stink

 

    Half a face missing

     splatter the wall

 

     Nobodies talking

     They saw it all

 

   Talk to my partner

 He's quick on the SAW

 

   Cut you wide open

   razor sharp claw

 

  Walks like a Bishop

    Prays to the sky

 

   Flash detonator

 Counter clockwise

 

     Old Ali Baba

He's running this town

 

Paid off in Dinars and

 Dollars and pounds

 

Head tribal leader

Blows out the door

 

Bullets and bodies

all over the floor

 

 Roll up the alley

Roll up the street

 

   Wasting my mind

in the sand and the heat

 

Stave off insanity

It's best to be numb

 

Doing your time

in the land of the gun

Author's Note

The SAW reference in an Acronym for Squad Automatic Weapon

Reviews

[Persephone]

What a captivating poem...you had me from the first line....Your imagery is so sharp and the poem flows nicely - so dark, yet so beautiful - great job with this one

[Baby Ricochet]

thanx