Criminals wont hand in guns

The murderer killed my family

It was not just the gun

Blames knives for stabbings

And rapes on a penises

Bad people do bad things 

Can’t take that away

The black market is fruitful

No matter what law in play

 

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country

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