Shoot Me With Your Gun

Shoot Me With Your Gun
© Surazeus
2018 02 22

So are you going to shoot me with your gun
because you are blinded by greed and hate?
I am the shadow of the laughing sun
who calculates how best to change my fate.

I go out to the park to have some fun,
exploring how our world of dreams is made.
But why are you threatening me with your gun,
howling at the priest who never prayed?

When are you going to shoot me with your gun
that bulges from the forehead of your fear?
I am the shadow of the weeping sun
prophesied to trick you by the blind seer.

Since you are now threatening me with your gun
I will wave my arms and shout at the sky.
You can never own the rain or the sun
though you perceive them with your dreaming eye.

Though you are going to shoot me with your gun
you cannot kill freedom everyone shares.
I will stand up to you and never run
since your supporters send me thoughts and prayers.

I wait for you to shoot me with your gun
while teaching children how to live in peace.
Do you feel better now that you are done
killing children to give your rage release?

When you threaten me with your angry gun
I see the weakness of your crippled soul.
I am the shadow of the honest sun
revealing fear that pulls you in its hole.

Look at the magic wand cold in your hand
before you shoot me with your fearful gun.
Our ancestors killed natives for their land,
committing genocide in the blind sun.

Outside the walls of heaven we marched on
to slaughter millions in the name of Christ.
We fill bloodied lands with innocent spawn
who feel rage to kill from ancient zeitgeist.

So are you going to shoot me with your gun
to prove you are the man that you are not?
I am the shadow of the careless sun
that destroys your fake pride so you will rot.