we can do without weapons

This poem is in response to the most alarming screech ‘I will shoot you’ by a child in a school. Where it happened is not important, because it happened in my world, your world, our world.

‘I will shoot you’, a child says to another child.

The trigger pulls, the child kills and is killed.

Children reflect grown up children’s wild burden,

Destined to hate, hit, and hurt with the excuse of a reason.

Ye civilized world, worthy women and men!

Did you hear the sound, the alarm, the screeching siren?

If this doesn't trigger to lock out weapon factories

and convert them into flower-houses, then what would,

my dears,

with how much more bloody tears?

What is your fear to do away with those

think anew

you need to,

put an end to these shows.

Weapons are free, and they’re on the loose

Children o heavens be; let them play, amuse.

Drop those hoity-toity toys
For the sake of those budding girls and boys

Children are shooting stars,

weighed down, heavy, with our sad scars,

change your mindless, reckless game,

help them shoot out love, without guilt or shame.

Eons of years have gone by,

failures of primitive outcry

attraction still is to repeat,

humankind’s utter defeat.

Think afresh and choose

a weapon-less winsome place

the world will win its space

none will ever lose.

Dive in deep to know

its useless disastrous root

the need for weapons would go

children, all ages, would never ever shoot.