Guns
I am a piece of cold blue steel
Molded into an instrument made to kill
I’m made in many sizes, styles and brands
There is always a market because I’m in
demand
I am often times blamed and hated for the
results of my use
But I have no control over my abuse
Some people would like to see an end to my
kind
While others think that these folks are out
of their minds
I am used by those who maintain law and
order
As well as the soldiers who protect our
border
I’m possessed by people for other lawful
means
But in the wrong hands I can create a crime
scene
For most, to have and hold me is a
Constitutional right
One for which my advocates will stand and
fight
So much attention, so much concern; none
that I can feel
Because I am but a piece of cold blue steel
©Kent Fletcher
April 10, 2010
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Kent Fletcher retired as Deputy Chief of the Durham NC
Police Dept. He served with that department for 301/2 years. He is a graduate
of the 162nd session of the FBI National Academy and has an AA and BS degree in
Justice Administration from Guilford College. Writing short stories and poetry
has become a part-time hobby. He can be reached at
hkfletcher@nc.rr.com
