Poetry

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?

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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?

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“We never saw this coming”

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