[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

The Ones with the Guns

The run, screaming and hollering to their deaths
'But with what aim?', I hear you scream
No aim, no objective but death
Of innocent others
Theirs is a crazed yet clear life, the ones
The ones with the guns

People bite their nails in a frenzied fear
'They are everywhere!', I hear you scream
And you believe that, that they are
When it is that they want
They survive off the fear and paranoia
The ones with the guns

We stare suspiciously at every burqa
'They could be one of them,' I hear you scream
And those people take it to heart
They may even join them
Your discrimination has forced them to
The ones with the guns

'protecting' ourselves from the few just hurts the many
'If we condemn them, they can't hurt us!' I hear you scream
Can't you see the rage that inspires, the hearts broke?
The people shoved for nothing
The people who turn to the extreme
The ones with the guns