My Gun

My gun don't kill, it don't even shoot.
Rich man don't flee, my gun don't loot.
My gun is a beat, a melody, a tune.
my gun is a wish, a prayer, my gun is all truth.

Christopher King
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 03/03/2020

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