In the hands of a child...

In the hands of a child, an automatic
weapon, worlds may end with a crack
and the flight of a bullet;
So loved ones weep, it’s symptomatic.
Stand by with 2nd amendment right
to comfort a grieving widow or a child's friend.
Then live in fear when you’re in your flock
and look out for that child with a ‘Glock’.

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