A Man Who Fires A Gun Poem by Matt Pocock

A Man Who Fires A Gun

Rating: 5.0


A man who fires a gun is cursed
With some unflat'ring title. Worse,
He faces prosecution thus
And other such unholy fuss.
His reputation torn to shreds,
He fills his mind with courtly dreads,
And 'fore the judge has all pronounced
He takes his belt, and wraps it round.

A man who fires a gun is blessed
With soldier's love, a lover's breast
For patriotic killing sprees
Such as the like you've never seen.
His reputation well upheld
Still fills his mind with bloodless yells
Of those he's let down to the ground
He takes his belt, and wraps it round.

Thou shalt not kill, my Yahweh says
And good forethought, I am impressed.
Corruption is the end's own means
Of soul, of thought, of heart, of deeds.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jeannie Ann Clark 20 January 2008

You are an excellent writer...and expressing God's name, His laws on killing, should be read by all...Keep writing. Thank you.

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Matt Pocock

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