My brother has a gun,
I saw myself.
He isn't fun anymore,
he doesn't sleep.
Weird people pick on him now,
I'm too small all I can do is watch.
My brother has a gun,
he aimed it at the T.V. once.
It makes me wonder,
does he know how?
Does he know how to shoot the gun,
will he shoot the gun?
My brother has a gun,
I try to stay away from him now.
I can't look at him in the eyes,
they aren't bright and filled with fun.
Only dark with hatred,
or clouded with confusion.
One day I heard him say,
he was going to use the gun.
My brother has a gun,
want somebody listen?
He took it to school today,
his face was emotionless.
I heard screaming outside,
then came the gunshots.
It was over,
I knew I would never see him again.
My brother has a gun,
he shot sixteen people.
He shot himself to,
I had to watch him do it.
I miss my brother,
I know I could have stopped him,
I should have told somebody.
My brother,
had a gun.
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Yes some of you are right, I wrote this from a very young child's prospective(as in like, 9 or younger).
