I think I have fixed what I can without making the poem feel different, but I've probably missed stuff again. Comments are welcome (just not harsh ones!
)Him or the gun
A man, he stands before you;
There’s a pistol in your hand,
He has killed and hurt and tortured-
But the gun is in your hand.
You remember haunted faces,
As the gun lies in your hand,
Of people murdered, shot
by the same gun in your hand.
So, what will you do; with
the power in your hand.
You’ll be a stronger person,
Drop the gun and take a stand
