A little militia with a gun in hand.
He walks; my little soldier.
What a little man only 4'6
Wanting to defend himself against this.
I cant save him anymore can I?
I contemplate this as he put on his little helmet
Carry's his fully loaded gun.
This is what I created.
There is no more growing up
For this child has seen death and carnage
Involving fellow man
He no longer cares to see blood
He feels invincible
He feels so alone.
Come back to me my little man.
Can you see his innocent face?
Standing there shooting more men?
Leaving no one alive?
He got shot.
Run my little one Run!
He limps to where he thinks he's safe.
A soldier walks to him.
Its not the soldier on his team.
He shot him in the head.
Thinking kill or be killed.
Now I get a call I dread.
My son is gone.
The beautiful face that looked up at me is no longer here!
Die with your son
I tell myself.
How can I do this when I know he was already dead?
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