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byjonteD©

Who made the bullet that killed my son,
Where is the factory it was honed,
How many were made on that sad day,
Millions of bullets for millions of sons.

Who made the gun that shot my son,
How was it crafted with such skill,
Did they know what pain it would bring,
Why did they make the sights so true.

Who gave the order to shoot my son,
How loud was the order so barked,
Why in particular was his life cut short,
What harm had he done in his unlived life.

Who pulled the trigger to kill my son,
How proud did it make him feel,
Does he have a Mother who cares,
One bullet to kill my one son.

Where was the President when my son died?

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