SPEAKING FROM BEHIND THE GUN
Speaking from behind the gun,
He tells his lie,
Resenting the probing question,
But not willing to shoot
the woman who saw him steal
her backup plan for love.
The inscription read, "For my love."
Carved into the gun
As a message to those who steal,
A warning to those who lie
It is a woman's right to shoot
One who brings her honor into question
In answer to her question
He told her of his love
The reasons he would not shoot
The unloaded nature of the gun
It was all a lie
He, too, had seen her steal
For there are many ways to steal
to swap security for a question
and trust for a lie.
He had thought he'd won love
until he found her gun
and realized whom she'd shoot
She said she wouldn't shoot
That there was no reason to steal
Her pretty little gun
That she had no question
Regarding his love.
This too, was a lie.
They had both told their lie
Neither wanted him to shoot
Instead they wanted to love.
They had seen each other steal
Had both raised the question
of the purpose of the gun
They can live with a lie, forgive the urge to steal.
He agrees not to shoot. To give up on his question,
They'll bask in love. If not, there is still the gun.
