Who said What??

Saw a man dead
pillow red
"We won't allow your raid"
the extremists said.
"Who says pen over guns? Guns paint rose red.
Red dead great."
the extremists said.
"Life gives you lemons. Lemons dead."
the pessimists said.

I write this book of rhymes. Books, no feeling,books not feeling.
I feel the book. But books not feeling.Abstract.
Personification at the finest, it does not speak yet, abstract.
Open up your top, mo:mo:, your flour but no filling.Abstract.
You see yourself on a fast lane, let me walk slow on fast track, still abstract.

Sky is tumbling, guns with red hand falling, pen with red blood falling
Blood tastes like lemon though.
I gave them my book to read and they remarked,
"This book spoke though."
"You're the one that makes me"; mo:mo: barked.
"You're leading them, so be careful, walk slow" ,
you know who spoke.