I Killed A Child

I grabbed a gun and then I killed a child! But, that child it was me, I did it without knowledge or thinking Now my soul again is flying free. I am now above the world and I am heading home Never will I see my parents again, Was what I did evil, or was it just wrong And was it I or them, who committed a sin. I have seen my parents hold onto the gun Then they paced it upon their table, As they have placed their bible many times before They were the ones to allow me, to enable. Many times I saw my parents play with their toy And never with me would they share, They laughed and they smiled with it in their hands And when they pointed it, they pulled the trigger without a care. I remember my parents carrying that gun As they pointed it at the T.V and people walking down the street, I also remember them playing shooting games with me Then they would always give me a smile, as a treat. My parents have said that guns don't kill, but people do That! I now finally understand, That friendly loaded gun it didn't fire itself at me I did it, when I placed that gun in my tiny hand. I was too young to hate or to have enemies And I am not a wetback, or a kite or a rag-head or a nigger, I just pretended that I was one of the people that my parents had talked about So, I pointed the gun at me, and then I pulled the trigger. Randy L. McClave