Fifteen
Manuel high in a tree
Too young to carry an M-16
It’s heavy now
But heavier still
He’s always had it
And he always will
Drool your seething words on me
I’m here to destroy your empire
The chain chain chain
Is clenching
Someday it will kill
Don’t try to take chances
This ragged soul will
©dianegreen 1985
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