The Gun of My Face

The gun of my face
Does extrajudicial killings.
In their guns I hate
Are all the evidence I’m needing.
A strange switch for safe
Is what keeps them from firing.
With theirs seem the same,
All these bullets I’m sliding.
One barrel flows a cased
And everybody’s breaking.
Whose shot was it, hey?
All sights are now scrambling.
Gun safety, I fail
So my gun I’m muzzling.
Lessons, I should take,
Though your toting you’re loving.

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