A gun defied its master’s will,
Becoming merciless, it chose to kill.
Countless hearts it coldly broke,
As vicious echoes through the sky spoke.
Every face bowed with tears, rage, and fear,
As cities, countries, and the world drew near.
The owner locked it away to stem the tide,
But it broke free, revealing in the chaos it espied.
One day, as the world lay in ruins and pain,
The owner yelled at the gun, his voice in disdain.
Blaming it for the destruction that tore it apart,
The gun simply laughed, chilling the owner’s heart.
“Who pulled the trigger, and why did you choose?”
The gun’s question silenced the cries of abuse.
Now there was nothing but the man and his relentless gun,
A chilling reminder of the harm that had been done.