Little boy

A little boy standing

Tears in his eyes

Not understanding what had happened

Thinking to himself

Saying in his mind what had he done

There were no words

No feeling

There was nothing but sorrow

He falls to his knees

Crying uncontrollably

Thoughts flashing through his mind

He looks to his right hand

He sees a gun

Then looks to the ground and sees his mother lying there motionless

One last thought flashed right before another bullet shell droops to the floor