The barreled steel
and caroled bells
A child killed
on Christmas Day
A periled will
A caroled hell...
Shots
hymned within,
then gone away
A sight and scope
had taken hope
and shattered it
on Christmas Day
A stock and lock
laid on a block
where a child sadly
used to play
A spring and thing
and cartridged frame
A triggered figure
that's given pain
Surely armed,
but has no arms
as still it reached
the heart of you
Paraplegically stood, while
misunderstood
Perhaps to flee- it tried to do
But fired, pulled;
regret and fooled
into thinking it hadn't
any choice
Mouthing smoke-
like taken toke
There's not much to say
when you have no voice
Heartless hot,
while dangerous cold
The indifference of a trigger
that's stole a soul
Had no mind,
so never mind
The mindless holds
what it controls
Had no eyes,
and hadn't ears
So luckily those
were torn away,
for the gun never
had to see or hear
the child it killed on a Christmas Day