Guns Are Drawn - The Roots

trigger happy saps
weeping over weapons
shiny black steel with no ammunition
hollow barrels lodge lifeless bullets
oozing uzi’s
9mm. whispering taunts
into ear canals unwilling to believe
shots never ring
yet gun powder residue
resides on rims of open mouths
“what the fuck you gotta say now?”
NOTHING!
silent screams roar fearful of
sounds that mimic reality
“What’s the FUCKING PROCEDURE when you got a GUN AT YOUR HEAD???”
unsure if the next breath will be your last
thinking back to the boldness you once possessed
the confidence that once bellowed within you
now bare…
like a shotgun to a shattering soul…
do you scream out in revolt…
or will silence be your last sound?