The Fallen Child Poem by Niall Boland

Gun pressed against the child’s head,
Ain’t it so sad that it came to this,
All that ignorance for bliss
And now things have come to this

Finger on the trigger its getting late
Everyone’s praying he’ll hesitate
All that misery all that grief
And this is what it comes down too

Come home little child
Your mothers grieving
It ain’t your war to fight
Forget your fear and find the light

The hammer slams down
And time stands still
As a single bullet fly’s
And a mother closes her stricken eyes