(THE GUN, THE MIND AND THE DILEMNA)
Here I sit with this weapon in my hand... So much power... Mine or the guns?
This black steel representation of my masculinity.
I ponder.?
I could take so many lives... Become the king... No one with can stop my ascension... So many possibilities... So many probabilities... Life eventually finds out these dreams.
I ponder.?
A life behind bars... That prison life... Men as wives... So much pressure raining down pon me... I could die cause this gun breeds violent tendencies... Make them vivid realities... Force equal to force and all that... Sometimes innocent bystanders are the casualty...
I ponder.?
The Bible says no weapon formed shall prosper against we, but we still got guns... Whole empires formed on bullets hitting flesh... Dead bodies laid to rest, rotting in fertile earth... Children facing lives altered... A father, mother, sister, brother, baby gone...
I ponder.?
Here I sit with this weapon in my hand and on my mind... Black and White lines drawn in the sand... I crossing them.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
