Children playing in the playground
All and carefree
Not much in the world
Can blemish the picture I see; -
As the afternoon drifts away.
In the blink of an eye
Appears a gun
It´s a toy but still –
Black and shiny gleams
A symbol of the fact
That youth doesn’t remain untouched
And untainted by violence.
The child welds his toy
As if it were a sword
And although those bullets are plastic
They hurt with all they are worth.
He takes un-seeming pleasure
From the emotion and the power
That reign whilst the toy is in his hand.
In the blink of an eye
It´s possible to see
The man this boy will become
Only this time the toy is not plastic
And its bullets make real holes.
When the deed has been done
He will wonder
And question why –
Why no one stopped him and told him
That guns are a lie.
The power, the strength of holding it in your hand
Is not worth the price to forever pay: -
The dreams and nightmares of blood
Flashing before his eyes.
In the blink of an eye
He is back to his childhood form,
As the sun starts to set against the sky,
And he continues to play with his toy gun
As not a word against it is said.
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