Sit Pretty Bang
I remember that day
Way to clear for my memory
It never stops crossing my mind
Why?
Who would want to remember this?
“Sit pretty…” said the man
For a picture of your screaming face
As I pound feverishly against your frail body
Not stopping once to listen to your pleads
He meant.
I was but a child
No older than six
You were but a man
No older than seventeen
You aged and died with a heroic view.
I remember your face
It fell when the man came into your vision
It crumpled and cursed silently
This man was a demon
You must have wanted to destroy him.
I remember your eyes
They danced with rage and poisonous language
Darting them to my fabricated body behind the curtain
You wanted to protect me
With what was my splatter shield?
I remember your call
Why did you scream my name?
In anger you made me scared
No, not of my usual fear
But of fear of losing you.
I remember your arms
Wrapped around me as you carried me down
Running away from the man
You hunted for him
And now he hunts for you.
BANG!!!
I remember the fall
My back carved into the ground under your weight
You still trudged forward
But not carrying me
I was the one who lead the way now.
I remember your gasps as we ran the porch
Spilling into your house
Motherly comforts came to my cries
As you lay lifeless
Still…cold…stained.
BANG!!!
Another shell falls to the floor
BANG!!!
Another impales into his back
BANG!!!
Another fire rings through the air.
He’s had enough
You can’t take him from me more than once
He is gone
My brother is gone
My conscript has vanished.
BANG!!!
“You shot my son!”
BANG!!!
The man falls to the floor
BANG!!!
Did you know that your father killed your murderer?
I remember my reflection
When your mother took me to wash away
My face was sprinkled
With rainy droplets of your blood
I recall not wanting them to come off.
I remember that sunny morning
When they lowered you into the ground
I gave you a single sunflower
Dreaming you were there holding my hand
But…any word is too harsh to explain your placement now.
I keep you a secret
There is only a few that know
Some may enduce that dreadful murder in 2001
But no one will ever know
That what you did was a murderous save.
Yes, Chris, I remember that day
You ran with me from harm
You saved me too late
You were shot down in my place
You marked me with your paint.
Way to clear for my memory
It never stops crossing my mind
Why?
Who would want to remember this?
“Sit pretty…” said the man
For a picture of your screaming face
As I pound feverishly against your frail body
Not stopping once to listen to your pleads
He meant.
I was but a child
No older than six
You were but a man
No older than seventeen
You aged and died with a heroic view.
I remember your face
It fell when the man came into your vision
It crumpled and cursed silently
This man was a demon
You must have wanted to destroy him.
I remember your eyes
They danced with rage and poisonous language
Darting them to my fabricated body behind the curtain
You wanted to protect me
With what was my splatter shield?
I remember your call
Why did you scream my name?
In anger you made me scared
No, not of my usual fear
But of fear of losing you.
I remember your arms
Wrapped around me as you carried me down
Running away from the man
You hunted for him
And now he hunts for you.
BANG!!!
I remember the fall
My back carved into the ground under your weight
You still trudged forward
But not carrying me
I was the one who lead the way now.
I remember your gasps as we ran the porch
Spilling into your house
Motherly comforts came to my cries
As you lay lifeless
Still…cold…stained.
BANG!!!
Another shell falls to the floor
BANG!!!
Another impales into his back
BANG!!!
Another fire rings through the air.
He’s had enough
You can’t take him from me more than once
He is gone
My brother is gone
My conscript has vanished.
BANG!!!
“You shot my son!”
BANG!!!
The man falls to the floor
BANG!!!
Did you know that your father killed your murderer?
I remember my reflection
When your mother took me to wash away
My face was sprinkled
With rainy droplets of your blood
I recall not wanting them to come off.
I remember that sunny morning
When they lowered you into the ground
I gave you a single sunflower
Dreaming you were there holding my hand
But…any word is too harsh to explain your placement now.
I keep you a secret
There is only a few that know
Some may enduce that dreadful murder in 2001
But no one will ever know
That what you did was a murderous save.
Yes, Chris, I remember that day
You ran with me from harm
You saved me too late
You were shot down in my place
You marked me with your paint.