Death’s Gun Poem by Ntshima Ramokone

How could you keep on shooting us so badly
While we are just nothing but children
We are trying to do something which...please God
How wrong did we go
As you continue to take our ego
As you keep on shooting with your unforeseen bullets
Please don’t shoot us
We ask God to forgive us
From the sins we made and we about to do
Teach us how to make God not to be angry
As we are dying and crying
Please speak with God not to take us young

Please forgive our sins
As we thought we were in the good scenes
Which was bad for him
Never press that trigger
As we can’t cheat you
But trying to beat life
As your gun is just always there were ever we are
But we can’t even see it
We can’t even determine who are you going to shoot
As you leave us with no preparation for your shoot
Which is more dangerous than a pistol gun
Please God tell him to stop shooting
While we are just sinners tempted by World’s temptations
The land of Canaan which had turned into hell
We are ill without any heal
Just for the bullets to kill
Us without any help
But with God’s hand’s we will have the bullet proofs of life
As love is not knocking us down more than your multiple missiles you shoot
From your gun,

Please God help us to listen to you
As you made our hearts to hear
Let them stay away from ignorance
As we are dying with death’s gun’s missiles
Which are not joking
With no lying
Still we continue on crying
We know we are sometimes lying
On you even now, God but please forgive us

Change our lives
As we keep on looking on poor material things, making the same blood fight
Instead of looking at you, your rich commandments
While we ignore that we are missing our lives
Not considering that you are our lives


Oh God, the death’s gun just keeps on shooting
Each and every second
Without anything where to hide from
While we don’t even see its missiles
We don’t even have a save secret place
For you as we are trying to find your face, Oh Lord
We keep, we keep on creating another missiles just to help you
As we forget what you need, as peace is his joy
Of the rain, his children, their, our dreams according to his dreams
Many are the diseases ruling our lives; many are the death’s guns
Many are the juvenile warships
Which are more than the deep rooted worships

We could ask about anything pretty,
But if we don’t ask the life from you
For us to be alive
It is just a waste of time
As we commit more crime
In search of them, most of the time
As we are not letting you to be inside our hearts
Which are stone harded
While you are always our rock
Keep our hearts moist and soft
Just to loose out the ignorance we do got

As death’s gun just keep on living
As death is more than alive
To kill life
As we are fighting for the World’s knowledge
Instead of God’s knowledge
We are running away from the alive Holy Bible to the dead magazines
Which don’t even built us but break us
Only God made us and he can also rebuilt us

Keep our lives alive inside ours
Never forsake us oh Lord
Let the death’s gun’s bullets
Unloaded as they shoot
More than we could ever fear
Even though we don’t even hear it’s sound
Cancel all our names in the death list
As we are part of the list
Give us life, Oh Lord
Heal us from the great diseases around us and our World
Help us to live according to your will
And leave the food which we mustn’t eat
As you know what is good or us

“Selah”