Danger of Fire Arms

For to save life one great solver
Would be to prohibit the revolver,
Weapon of coward and of bully,
Who slaughter friends in their folly.

Let now no man or any boy,
With loaded arms ever toy,
Showing off their manly vigor,
Pointing to friend and pulling trigger.

And sending bullet through their brain,
And then exclaim in mournful strain,
When friends with grief they are goaded,
I did not know that it was loaded.

Fire arms oft’ times do bring woes,
And they kill more friends than foes,
Hunting now o’er fertile fields,
’Tis seldom that it profit yields.

Where this text comes from

First published in Poems of James McIntyre (1889). First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established. [1]

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Cite this poem

James McIntyre (1828?–1906). “Danger of Fire Arms.” First published in Poems of James McIntyre (1889). Text: Poem Index, https://poemindex.org/james-mcintyre/danger-of-fire-arms/. Append #L14 to cite line 14, or #L4-L9 for lines 4–9.

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