Gun! Poem by Eyeland smith

GUN!
I ran when i heard your sound
That sound
That wakes kings in the middle of the night
That keeps everybody on the run
Tool of night children
We hate you when you come at us
But love when we made you chase
Gun
Dread of all men
Tool of destruction
Killer of silence
Maker of silence
Killer of heroes
Dread of all men
Lover of war
Weapon of violence
That arrow of yours
You carry like joey
And sent like arrows of a warrior