By: Pearl The Graced Writer
Guns, law, and power, a rugged, dogged toolA perfect balance of might, with a dance of waltz.In a land once weak, forever made strong,Yet peace be still, still stands aloof.For with it, oppression looms around,Thick voices of violence, a lingering risk,In a land that deserves true peace of heart.
A gun, a weapon of warfare, a symbol of strength,Of might and defence, once held with pride.But now, every bullet speaks of death,In the hands of its beholder, intoxicated by power.Hence, a stronghold of fear in the hearts of thoseWho live to hear its dreadful cockle.
The law seeks to regulate a peaceful state,But a delicate game has tamed the peace,Where the power full men play the game of controlOn innocent souls.
But if peace will be seen, and the land will stand,Guns, law, and power still needs to stand, this time with balance,Where law and power turn around to protect,And the gun is aimed at saving the innocent.
Gbadebo Olasubomi Suzan O.
PEARL the Graced Writer
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