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Guns, guns, guns all around Yet a lot of people getting killed With silencers without a sound As more quotas getting filled
Firstly the white man brought it To kill the Indians and buffalos Who failed against the bullet Fighting with bows and arrows
Then the cattlemen did their share To enlarge their ranchers' pockets Almost wiping out Indians everywhere Luckily then they had no rockets
Next the visitors on long safaris came To kill the lions and elephants Diminishing the species, calling it game Fulfilling their wanton wants
Hoping to bring back a trophy Or picture to adorn their wall For guests and friends to see Posing brave about ten feet tall
The blacksmith was replaced later By the gunsmith who was then Making guns becoming a gun dealer To the ranchers and other men
Then came the gun-runners The first of the bad men Siding with the rustlers Killing women and children
Guns, guns, guns all around And the land is full of woeful fear Sending some 6' underground No one thought it would happen here
Then came the insane leaders Wanting to conquer other countries With a mass of asses as followers Until leaders put them on the freeze
Like the big war in that very big zone When the super-powers got involved Bringing an end to the Guns of Navarone And another world war was resolved
Only to raise its ugly head In countries like Korea and Vietnam Resulting in millions wounded and dead And the Communists humbled Uncle Sam
Today we know not who are the gun-runners As revealed in the Middle East and Irangate Who are the enemies or the peace-makers Trying to out maneuver their fellow-mate
The world goes on 'til there's another scandal And the people may never know or may Get to hear or read it from some fearless journal Giving us another embarrassing expose.
~ Norman Datt ~
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