My Bb Gun Poem by Randy McClave

I shot a bird with a BB for fun
That bird then died because of my BB gun,
Then I took that gun and it I did smash
Then I threw it in the trash,
I was so ashamed of what I had done.

On the ground the bird there laid dead
There was a tiny hole in its tiny head,
Then came the emotions that I just couldn't hide
For forgiveness I prayed as I cried,
I thought only where evil and sin had led.

I had ended a life, an existence
Because of my own want and stupidity and insistence,
I had ended a creature's living
No longer would it be heard singing of giving,
All because of a gun and my macho persistence.

I wished that gun wasn't ever created
I wish that I wasn't a bully and that I also never hated,
And I wished and I prayed to God that bird was still alive
How I now wished that the bird did survive,
To Hell I truly believe I will be fated.

Randy L. McClave