Child’s Play

You can play with the gun, child

It’s only a plastic toy.

As you run around the garden

Bullets flying from your mouth

Children falling to the ground,

A mockery of death.

It’s just healthy child’s play right?


But what will you say in fifteen years

When they pick up a gun again

This time,

Bullets flying from the barrel

And the innocent fall to the ground,

No need for faking this time.

What have you done child?


“We never saw this coming”


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