Guns

A poem by Beverly Stock.

For to save your foot, one great solver

Would be to prohibit the revolver,

Weapon of dull-witted or of bully,

Who fires guns just for folly.

Let now no man or any boy,

With loaded arms, ever toy,

Showing off their manly vigor,

By pointing a gun and pulling the trigger.

And sending bullets without aim,

And then exclaim in profound strain,

And then to say, as they are goaded,

“I did not know that it was loaded!”

My poem, Guns, was inspired by a verse in the public domain, Danger of Fire Arms, by James McIntyre.

Beverly Stock is an American poet who delights in creating poetry that asks big questions about small moments, and inspires readers to revisit the little memories we so often overlook. Her work has been published by The Society of Classical Poets, The Chained Muse, Persimmon Tree, and LightenUp Online, in the UK. Visit BeverlyStockPoetry.com and BeverlyStockPoetry on Facebook.