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
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”