The Gun’s Lullaby
FleetusMcGee posted in The F*-Word
By: Lee
They say “fight.” I say what gives you the right? Do you know my story; do you know what I’ve been through? If not then you better listen up too. I was born in a steel town not yet knowing my fate, I would have said no, had I known I would be used for hate. I was shipped far to a foreign land, and paired with a boy who had a shaky hand. I said “take heart.” I will let no harm come to you here, but when I saw the others I was filled with fear. My father had served long ago in the sea, and my brother when he came back, oh how changed was he. Now was my time to follow the path, but why god, oh why must I be used for wrath? I spit out death wherever I look, and every night instead of sleep I shook. I did all I could but I let my partner die, and as I lay next to him I cried out, “Why?” Now I am given to a man hardened by war, who has forgotten what he is fighting for. One warm day in the middle of hell, I find myself looking straight at a man with a story he will never tell. On a different occasion we might sit down for tea, but here and now I am made to hate him and he to hate me. I see deep fear in his eye, and I struggle to turn my head, not wanting him to die. But he slowly falls to the ground, I know he is strong for he makes no sound. When I finally lost track of all time, I head back home wondering why it’s not considered a crime. And I know of those mothers who sit all alone, wondering why their houses no longer feel like home. And I know it’s because of me that their sons died, and I cried, and I cried, oh I cried, yes I cried. So now I sit by the fire thinking of those who are gone, and all I can do is sing my sad sad song.
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