Title: “The Gun Cries”

I can’t take it anymore am stressed, am fed up no one is listening; no one cares what I have to say. They all just take me up; some go into stores and purchase me to do sadistic things to people.

I am appealing to those who created me to please destroy me now!

I am used to rob and murder innocent people; this must stop now!

I want no more of this; I must be destroyed along with the rest of my friends and families, if you don’t do this now the whole world is going to be forever in mourning.

My creator, my name is AK 47, you are also aware of my other colleagues, friends and families. I am very well known by a lot of those who have used me do their dirty and illegal business over the years.

I have no idea what your intentions were in the conception of my birth, maybe you were bored, I don’t know. Surely you can see for yourself that your plans however genuine they were as really backfired. Perhaps you wanted me to protect the innocent, but here I am killing them. Perhaps you wanted to show the world of your brilliant creation now look at what I have done.

I come to you pleading with you as a thing that has no heart, no brain, but some how tears in my eyes. To ask you this simple question. “Why was it you created me, you had nothing else to do?

You must admit that your intentions however genuine they were are not working. I can see it everywhere.

I have caused people to be in jail by simple holding me; I have killed animals, crippled people, shot and injured babies. Enough is enough! I am tired of hearing the cries of these innocent people, sickened. Please stop!

I now pray that when they hold me in their hands with the intention on doing wrong that I may not respond to their evilous ways. But unless you destroy me now! Then I will have no choice but to go back to the way you made me.