A boy,
Far too young.
Blinded by the hate of his parents.
Decieved by the wrongful teachings
Of a beautiful religeon.

A smile on his face.
A vest on his chest
the gate of his enemy,
Dead ahead

the shouts of the soldier,
The screams of the workers
...

The pain.
The dirt in his face
A soldiers dirty sweating face
Swearing while he works
To tie off the leg
To stop the bleeding
(gods! please stop this blood!)
Darkness.

The sound of an engine
That same soldier
holding wrapped belt tight.
Smile.
Darkness.

the dreams come back
Over and Over
Again and again
I hear the shot.
I see the blood
My belt wraped so tight
Around the mangled stump
that used to be this childs leg

that smile...
I will NEVER
EVER
forget that smile
As the lights in his eyes
turned off.

That shot
That single round
Saved 30 people that hot summer day...

But it destroyed a future
You call me a
CHILDKILLER!!!
like anything you say
Could possibly
EVER
Hurt me more
Than I do
EVERYDAY...

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