I read it on a t-shirt, 'One shot, Two kills',
What do I know?
Maybe there's a beauty in the way blood spills.

Instead of holding a pencil, you hold so much grudge,
Everyone around turns into cardboard targets,
Maybe this is life, who am I to judge?

You paint with too much red, and the occasional black,
The only two colors I know,
Just like I know your menacing eyes, two hawks.

But what I only ever knew were her love and kindness,
She carried me dutifully,
Till the black hole in your chest told you 'Shoot! Don't miss!'

My mother, she's the only world I'd ever visit,
What a grace from God,
He gave me a one-way ticket.

As she cradled me inside her one last time,
She whispered 'they are monsters,
Angels like you have better fate than mine'

A bleeding ******, and a broken umbilical cord,
What a peaceful way
To say goodbye before hello was told.

You're such a heroic murderer, everyone should be proud,
'Human rights' saved your kids,
But I was on the wrong side of the fight, so I died without a sound.