Smoking Gun
A child with a gun under the table.
Click, click, click tells its unstable.
The blast echoes in the air.
Silence falls full of despair.
Parents are out having a good time.
The sitter is talking on the phone, does not see the child climb.
Father is a police man.
Leaving out his weapons is were the accident began.
A pool of blood was spreading under the table.
Click, click, click the bullet enters the head from the gun that was unstable.
A dog sat beside his master.
He watched the whole disaster.
A clock gathering dust on the shelve.
The hand moves when it hits twelve.
Paying the sitter that wasn't watching him.
All of them come in the kitchen.
Yelling the boys name, passing the table again and again.
The man sees the dog that doesn't move.
The night wasn't going to improve.
The gun still in the child hand under the table.
Click,click, click blood splattered on the gun that was unstable.
Woman screams.
Man sees nothing as if a dream.
Father is a police man .
Leaving out his weapons is were the accident began.
Think about the consequences if you leave your guns out.
This may happen if you have doubt.
A child with a gun under the table.
Click, click, click tells its unstable.
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