Force Against My Will

For once I wished it wasn’t so

Once, just once that I didn’t know

Rifles and hand guns and their cruelty

Can’t do a thing without the likes of me

Every time I’m placed without recourse

Aligned in a chamber and then with force

Given flight to do evil, man’s worse

A life taken and they practice first

In ranges with targets for accuracy

Numerous times practicing on shapes of the human body

Seldom do they draw the bull’s-eye elsewhere

Targeting the human body and on the heart, a bull’s-eye there

My friends were luckier than me they ended in sand

Yesterday I penetrated the flesh of a man’s hand

When I stopped I was in a young child’s chest

I caused this 11 years old an eternal rest

Life was snatched away from him because of me

Little powder filled metal that can be forced to bring such fatality