he took the gun
from his shaking hand,
unloaded the chamber,
tossed the gun into the trash...
'go home! '...
the police officer asked:
'do you wanna press charges? '
'against who? ... maybe against
the system, that sold away all
the work, that sold this boy's hope! '
might as well give him the gun back!
go home...
do they have a home
to go to?
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