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The Gift

Contributed by parkman on Sunday, 11th April 2004 @ 04:27:35 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Happy birthday son, said the father to his boy
Here is your gift, be careful it's no toy
A hunting rifle, of high calibre
Gave him a licence, to go and massacre

Suddenly the boy had power, at his fingertip
As he first shot at bottles, to see how good a hit
Moving on to animals, his killer instinct now released
Thinking about human targets, the ultimate kill for a beast

He made his way to the local park, where parents and toddlers walk
Squatted down within a bush, ready to cause more than just shock
Taking aim through the sight, he gently squeezed the trigger
Seeing her drop, from his single shot, he began to snigger

Firing again another fell, this time a child aged nine
This was easy, like amusement arcade, shooting ducks in a line
He now fired at random, targets cowering, screaming help
Still he kept shooting, maiming and murdering, such power he felt

The squad cars arrived, to this scene, of dying and death
He fired at them, with a sneer, he hated this scum of the earth
They had him surrounded, nowhere to hide, he had no escape
Standing up, he put his hands in the air, this was his final mistake

The first bullet hit him, square in the chest, he felt his body recoil
A second blew a hole in his skull, he fell to the soil
His life had ended just like his prey, only he done it for fun
Who was to blame, was it dad's gift to his son, his very first gun

Copyright © parkman ... [ 2004-04-11 04:27:35]
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Re: The Gift (User Rating: 1 )
by morelikelyrics on Sunday, 11th April 2004 @ 05:32:28 PM AEST
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*stares, jaw open...*

its saddening that today's world is full of such stories of innocent youth massacring others, for one reason or another...

Very moving write parkman, I am very surprised that I am the first to comment on such a wonderful work as this, and somewhat disappointed that others have not noticed it's inspiring, yet chilling prose...

...and all the girls in every girly magazine can't make me feel any less alone...
~morelikelyrics

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