Believe

Can you believe it?
You're ready for 'war.'
Gun in hand, headed toward that door.

I can't believe it.
As you kick it in,
And shoot a girl, almost ten.

Believe it.
As the blood seeps through her hair.
Grip loosens on a teddy bear.

Kill or be killed.
Taught to shoot blindly.
Kill or be killed.
They're not people, they're terrorists.
Kill or be killed.

Lo! and be stilled.
This 'terrorist' died in her sleep,
Made not even a peep.
Holding close, Mr. Cheeks.