The Nation Run By Smoking Gun

300 million souls, 400 million guns
Sums up the fear of America
Politicians serve shenani-guns
Who’ll end this death’s dystopia!

There are more bullets than their breaths
Who live in the shadows of jeopardy
Every now and then they count new deaths
Of American Dreams’ lasting tragedy!

Only places change and faces change
Unchanged remains the faith of fear
Americans live in a shooting range
Doom dares them very loud and clear!

A gun for everyone ain’t promise
But death guaranteed by constitution
God has ceded to man’s mean malice
In The Nation Run By Smoking Gun!

© 2023 Vikas Chandra

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