before I rust — a Gun’s poem

also “a tag” by Carolyn F. Chryst, Ph.D.

Before I die
As I say with a sigh
I just wanna know why
I couldn’t be in the hands …
Of some underground spy

Another thing that I
That is, before I shall die
Would wanna know why
( Just between you and I )
Can’t big boys with guns not even cry?