Words In My Head

Dear Sir

Excuse me, dear sir,
With a gun in your hand,
Exactly what do you
Have planned?

Let me guess, dear sir,
You feel like a man,
When you wield power
With a gun in your hand.

May I tell you, dear sir,
With a gun in your hand,
You are only a boy
Who doesn't understand

That the world is a place
That will see you as a man,
When you're ready, which you aren't
With a gun in your hand.

I feel pity, dear sir,
With a gun in your hand,
That you're willing to give
Yourself up to a brand

To a name, to a craze
That should really be banned,
When you take other's lives
With a gun in your hand.

You're not a man, dear sir,
With a gun in your hand,
You're a dangerous weapon
Stuck in quicksand

That will slowly consume
Everything you once had,
You don't have to live
With a gun in your hand.

Please listen, dear sir,
With a gun in your hand,
What you call "defence"
In the name of your land

Is in fact the very weapon
That'll kill you where you stand,
When you DARE to harm another
With a gun in your hand.

I condemn you, dear sir,
With a gun in your hand,
For your foolhardy ways
And your stubborn demand

That we listen to YOU,
Your thoughts alone stand,
I only listen to hearts, not you
With a gun in your hand.

Excuse me, dear sir,
With a gun in your hand,
Exactly what do you
Have planned?

I can tell you, dear sir,
I will not stand
For your violence and cruelty
Towards your fellow man

Because he's GAY
Or he's BLACK
Or he's RELIGIOUS
Or he's FAT

Put down your weapon, dear sir,
With a gun in your hand,
I am your sister,
Don't you understand?

I will not let you destroy
Anybody in any land,
So let's walk together,
Without a gun in your hand.