They Killed My Baby Today, by Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37)

I was so proud of this hunk of steel
All it wanted to do was go to the firing range
I dressed it up, made it a lunch of clips
Put it in his Dirty Harry lunch box

I cried when it took it’s first steps
It was so cute when it spit up the first time
I was beaming and proud and posted pictures
Of him on my social media account

Everybody loved him, the GOP the NRA
And the CEO’s of the makers, life takers
How could they do this to my weapon
Hate it for no other reason than my fetish?

How dare those liberals value public safety
My firearm is living, breathing, killing
My heroin, my obsession, my child
My holster now empty, my life meaningless

Unless I can pretend my hobby hurts nobody
It is my kid, it is my child, it speaks to me
I won’t admit that it is my dangerous insecurity
And if you dare deny me

I will threaten you if you vote
For flesh is worthless, and my steel
No matter how many lives it steals
Is my legacy, my intimacy, my fantasy

My delusion, so in conclusion
There is no discussion, my firearm
Is my arm, is my child, is part of me
Can’t you see, my gun is worth more than your child?
(end)

This poem is metaphor only. It is to show the dangerous obsession far too many people have over an object as if they are giving guns human rights an putting that above public safety. Treating the object as if it were their child and not an object.