Sons, Prayers and Guns

What have we done
but kept our guns
in the face of our sons.
While we pray on our knees
on top of our chimneys
guns glimmer, next to a cross
the face of Christ lost.

As we say goodnight to our children
and smile, kiss and hug them,
we're relieved we have the right
to stand up and fight.
To keep them from harm,
we thank God, we're armed!

Then wide eyed in horror,
we stand there and shudder...
When a son finds a gun
and kills one by one.

We're victim, judge or juror,
but never helped in murder.
No, you can't blame us,
because in God we trust.

Never do we sit
overfilled with guilt,
because we're too scared
of feeling impaired.
Standing defiantly unbowed,
we're just too proud
and afraid to be shunned
if we put down our guns.

We think, it's always the other,
it could never be me!
Until the day the other,
turns into me.
We just stand there like fools,
believing we need these tools,
that they are necessay
to fight off our "enemy".
And under the cross
we forget those we've lost,
 as we pray for our sons
all while keeping our guns.