That Stupid Gun Poem by Yasmin Khodaie

It starts off as just some fun,
Until someone like you pulls out a gun,
Or maybe you pull out a knife,
And try to end someone’s life,
As they lie there, dead on the ground,
And then your heart begins too pound,
Then you say, ‘What have I done? ’
‘Why did I ever pull out that stupid gun? ’
‘Why did I do it? It isn’t right’
Then here comes the red and blue light,
They take you down to a prison cell,
And you feel like your now in hell,
Then your sentence is life in jail,
You have to spend your life behind a rail,
It started off as a bit of fun,
Until you pulled out that stupid gun.

(More children each year are being killed in gun and knife attacks, this needs to stop!)