Guns and Roses

I wrote this on the city bus in Raleigh, North Carolina

Age is not added, it is made
It comes slowly but once you have it, it stays
With time's passage
I smoothly removed the rose colored glasses
With one cool pull
But now, when I look out at the world
I just see red
Like a bull
I see empty evil and beauty full
A gun rests beneath a flower
Equally beautiful
Flowers start as buds and blossom up
from the monotonous green
The American dream
Complete
Imposing rosy abstract beauty
to the bloody concrete streets
Guns paint the city red
not alone tho,
not alone
Guns are not killers
They merely represent power
Which can be abused or misused
Simply a tool,
The both of them, beauty and power
I am a gun
I am a flower