Nancy L. Meek


I don’t believe your god
will keep me free of pain
or help to save my bod
should bullets start to rain.

I do believe in guns, however,
and snipers in those trees,
who think they’re oh so clever
and pick us off like fleas.

I’m sure I will not stop to pray
to a bloke I do not know;
so, go ahead… have your day,
but kill me quick, not slow.

I do not wish to hang around
with my innards hanging out,
if in your crosshairs I am found
and God’s not round about.