The Problem When you Have the Bomb,
Is that Someone Might Set it Off

The guns are loaded
The guns are aimed
The target
Carefully chosen
On a whim.
Fired in haste
The scattered repentance
Not to repent.
Another round
The guns jam
And with a roaring whine
Backfire.
It's not the time
To place blame,
But take care
The floor is carpeted with bombs,
A security blanket
That will never betray,
A brilliant defense
To have the deadliest offense
Buried at home.
So relax,
Anyone stupid enough to attack
Would have one hell of a comeuppance,
Just remember,
Not to light a match:
You can't smoke in here.