Taught in a world of bitter hate,
Where guns are used as tools;
Too frightened to say no at last
To the adults and the fools.
You learn to fight at such an age,
To kill or maim your prey;
The only way you can survive
On a dangerous new day.
Searching for a victim now,
Indifferent to their age;
You seek to kill and kill again
In a fit of blinding rage.
And what is the reward you gain
For killing every man?
You’ve earned a dark and hollow place
As their number one fan.
Leaving more children in your wake,
Bereft of all their kin;
Another notch upon the stock,
A life tossed in the bin.
When will this cycle ever end?
One day you’ll meet your match;
The only life you’ve ever known
Are the killings and plans you hatch.
© William Sinclair Manson 2025
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