A STATEMENT
A couple kids on the Metro
are playing with a pistol
with a little red light on it
that flashes when the trigger’s cocked
There’s a little flames that flares
when the trigger’s pulled
to light a cigarette
It’s a chrome toy derringer
One of them point it at a woman’s heart
I stare at them – no comment needed
Now the barrel turns toward me
a red light signals “on”
and this child from nowhere
squints his eye at me
with as much evil as he can muster
Without that – would he be anyone?
are playing with a pistol
with a little red light on it
that flashes when the trigger’s cocked
There’s a little flames that flares
when the trigger’s pulled
to light a cigarette
It’s a chrome toy derringer
One of them point it at a woman’s heart
I stare at them – no comment needed
Now the barrel turns toward me
a red light signals “on”
and this child from nowhere
squints his eye at me
with as much evil as he can muster
Without that – would he be anyone?
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