War of Words/Ode to the soldiers~a slam poem

When I say ‘Shut up’, I mean that I want you to stop using your mouth, when I say that I want you to stop using your mouth, I want you to stop shooting. Stop shooting words from the gun called your mouth, I mean that I wanted you to stop/ ‘In Flanders field, where poppies grow, between the crosses, row on row/ I would like people to end war, even if it was just for a day/ Stop talking! Stop talking! Stop talking! Doesn’t the crimson bleeding from my heart tell you that you’ve already wounded me? Can’t you see that you’re shooting at/scars... don’t just come from bullets. They can also come from/ trembling snipers don’t win wars/ I remember my father teaching me how to use this machine gun mouth for the first/ time teaches people to be themselves. Being themselves shows them that they’re/ soldiers are the only ones who use guns correctly. Hunters shoot for profit. Others shoot for fun... true soldiers/ protect me! Protect me! I’m scared. I have bullets between my teeth and I can’t use them correctly. I don’t know how/ Pistols! Men carry pistols, women have/ rifles were designed to be effocient at long distances. I don’t know why/ my heart needs a barricade in these/ mass shootings are getting more and more common. So when I say ‘Shut up’, I really mean stop shooting,