Up In A Tower With An AK47

This poem is about people who are bullied because they are missfits. They get so upset about this that they take a gun to a public place such as a bell tower, school yard, or shopping mall and kill people with it. When I was growing up I was also a missfit and I was bullied so I understand where those feelings come from but nothing justifies murder. I would like to show these people that there are other ways to air their dirty laundry without killing people. That's why I'm writing this poem.

UP IN A TOWER WITH AN AK47

Put down your guns and listen to me. I'm gonna tell you something about me. Maybe then you'll see that what you're doing isn't right. I grew up like you. I'm a missfit too. I was bullied just like you. I know you're angry about what they did to you. You think no one understands how you feel. I know sometimes the pain is too real. You're not like the rest. You don't even rank with the best. Now you need to get this off your chest. You're up in a tower with an ak47 because you want to put your pain in someone else's chest. You're only gonna make someone die. You're only gonna make a mother cry. I would consider it a favor if you lay down your gun and think this over. I know you've been hurt. They all made you feel like dirt. I understand your anger but you're so blinded by hate that you don't see. They did the same thing to me. It makes me sad. It makes me mad. It gets me down. I get upset but I don't cut other people down. Instead I sing this song. Maybe it isn't right but at least it's a peaceful way to be wrong.

By Eben Cooper