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Bullets
Hands so young,
The touch so new,
Of metal against skin,
He'd thought it through.
Slowly I was lifted
From where I lay.
My path unknown
Unclear was my way.
My destination
Soon became clear
As I looked into eyes,
Eyes filled with fear.
My trigger pulled,
I had no choice.
The bullet had ceased
One child's voice.
Again and again,
I heard children cry out
As the boy did not stop
And my bullets rang out.
One bullet left,
Placed next to his ear.
It was easy to see,
He was filled with fear.
With trigger pulled,
He soon was dead.
Imbedded in his skull,
Was my lead.
People mourned
For those now gone,
But soon they would learn
How to live on.
