Armed To The Teeth

In a world awash with weapons, the fearsome parade,
Armed to the teeth, our society's charade.
With a Glock 17 in hand, some say they're safe,
But in this arsenal, we tread on perilous waif.

The Smith & Wesson M&P Shield gleams in the night,
A shield for some, a menace for others' plight.
The Colt M1911, a relic of the past,
In our modern world, a shadow it casts.

The Remington 870, a shotgun's embrace,
Power in every shell, in the wrong hands, a disgrace.
The AK-47, a symbol of strife,
In conflict and turmoil, it takes innocent life.

The Ruger 10/22, a quiet little gun,
But when it's misused, our peace comes undone.
The Beretta 92, a sleek and deadly piece,
Its beauty belies the horrors it can release.

The Winchester Model 70, a hunter's delight,
But in the hands of the wicked, it leads to endless night.
SIG Sauer P226, a lawman's choice,
Yet even they, in darkness, can silence their voice.

The Mossberg 500, a protector for some,
But in the wrong context, it becomes a fearsome drum.
Weapons for us or against us, who can decide?
In the wrong hands, even peace can't reside.

When I carry mine, somebody's fate sealed,
In a world of violence, where the heart is steeled.
Schools, parties, the beach, the plaza, our homes,
Nowhere is safe, and our world endlessly roams.

Safety measures in place, yet still, we're unsure,
No one is free, of that we can be sure.
Let's blame it on democracy, or so we insist,
But is it the system, or the hearts we enlist?

The reason weak people seem strong, we decry,
In a world where power sometimes relies on a lie.
Armed to the teeth, we stand at the crossroads,
Hoping for a future where the sword finally erodes.

But until that day comes, we must find a way,
To make our world better, to keep the darkness at bay.
For the weapons we carry, or those we condemn,
Are but tools of our choices, in the end.