Tag: benji

  • GUN

    by BENJI

    Kids are running around today not knowing the definition of a firearm.
    Posting pictures of the weapons, letting others know that their arm is ready to do harm.
    In unfortunate neighborhoods, a familiar sound acts like a 10:30 alarm,
    Letting all be known that the violence being done is ever growing like a farm.
    Maybe it’s the role models they watch and listen to.
    If good modeling was straight, they’d be as straight as a cashew.
    Gucci Mane, Soulja Boy, Lil Wayne to name a few.
    We’d hope that with their mouths something good would pass through…
    Instead we hear,
    “Aye fake n—-, I told you beware of the finga that pulls the trigga.”
    BANG BANG. “Stinga”
    And the process repeats.
    Born. Grow up. Learn the evils that weren’t meant to be learned,
    And do the things that aren’t meant to be done.
    A weapon incorporating a metal tube from which bullets, shells, and other projectiles are propelled by explosive force, learn the definition.
    And before you use it, learn something before you act with intuition.

  • WHAT IF?

    by BENJI

    What if the skies were white, and the clouds were blue?
    What if you could relive every moment, just like it were new?
    What if no one ever hated, and everyone was loved?
    What if you could fly, and touch the heavens above.

    What if you had the remote to your life.
    Rewind to a baby, or fast-forward to a wife.
    What if everyone was honest, and no one ever lied.
    What we could see all our lost veterans. What if soldiers never died.

    What if the one that you loved never hurt you.
    What if every promise they made actually went through.
    What if guys looked at you for you,Instead of looking at your clothes,
    Only seeing through.

    What if people weren’t ignorant, and we all knew,
    That your education is more important than buying your new shoes.
    What if violence is stupid, and really isn’t the answer.
    What if Hitler was Marley, and never built a Panzer.

    What if you could win a war with a poem.
    Hero’s battling with stanzas, I wish I could know ‘em.
    What if this poem never ended, it just became a work in progress.
    I can think about that later, but now I must regress.