I am in the hands of he who does not comprehend
His mind is not his own
The blame not his to carry
But the victims are still gone, and their grieving mothers
Need someone to blame
Who do they blame?
The fault is mine, of course
I am here, forgotten, discarded
But I am so much more than proof
In my chamber I held one too many bullets
Branded with their names
Now they lie, motionless,
Bodies without souls—
One too many of them
How much longer before the next one?
Who will choose to stand behind me
Wielding power he does not possess,
Taking lives he has no right to take
I am not a shield for you
Do you not understand
With your history and your wars and your massacres
Do you still not understand?
With men among you who feed off my abilities,
Why do you allow your laws to be on the side of killers
I am not your friend
I will never be your friend
Arm yourselves with shame
Or have there not been enough deaths for you yet?