His story could turn out to be her story too

A gun that is a weapon
With a fire power that can kill
Anyone it’s pointed at
It’s lead it’s going to spill
Into someone’s body
An explosion a success
A wretchedness such misery
A scourge of ruinous stress

A rod of iron
The rule of might
Coercion through and through
To really put ones foot down hard
To cut someone in two
The anguish of each moment
Such tribulation can
The mournfulness and misery
When it didn’t go to plan

A tale of woe and unhappiness
An error let us say
An ordeal that leads to purgatory
And death along the way
We felt the angst of anger
The melancholic who
Really got cut up a lot
Doomed in fact to do
Pull that trigger
Kill someone
See their blood gush high
Someone father
Someone’s mother
Someone’s child did die
Regretfulness heart burning
Inconsolable fear
Apologetic
Deplorable
What did we do here

Disfigurement and grisly stuff
It all happened so fast
Ravaged worn and squalid
The shooters die was cast
Dolefulness and weeping
Querulous in tears
Grieve such sorrow
From tomorrow
There it is my dears

Fear it’s in the media
Fear it’s everywhere
Buy and gun and shoot someone
Wipe away those tears
Buy more ammunition
Carry some in your car
Do you really need that gun
To follow that silver star?