MACHINE GUN (An Original Poem)

There's a machine gun that uses newspapers for ammo
and there's no use fighting it with a bow and an arrow,
I keep my head low so I don't ever get hit,
I hear my comrades cry cause they walked into it.

Propaganda's cutting down lives and souls,
I've got a fire in my chest instead of newspaper holes.
The future's uncertain, maybe I should go with the flow,
let it all happen and see where it goes.

I feel a lot of things, It's like I can't make up my mind.
I'm missing a conclusion and I'm running out of time.
I know one thing's for sure, I wanna make a sound
cause music gave my life a reason to keep on stickin' around.

I picked up the guitar and said, "that's what I'll do."
While the world is going crazy, I'll go crazy too.
Camping, singing out aloud, living off the grid,
sleeping under stars. That's the way to live.


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