Wounded Victory
WOUNDED VICTORY
Those days I was carefree,
Not a worry in the sun-
Went with my friends to the woods
Just for frolic and fun.
One of them carried a gun
Boasting of his accurate aim;
To prove instantly to us,
A flying bird he did maim.
All of them applauded
Amidst cheers and laughter,
I committed a beastly act
Which I would repent, after.
I snatched his gun,
Aimed up at a dove,
Pulled the trigger nervously
And she fell from above.
The vision of the wounded wings
And the fallen head;
The lifeless, helpless form
Made me realize it was dead.
My spring of tears burst
Which nothing could mend-
A messenger of peace
Had seen its untimely end!
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