Killer

I had a cap gun as a child;

It made me feel extremely wild.

I stalked the wily redskin, or

Played cops-n-robbers door to door

With my friends, all of them boys,

Who too had guns that were just toys.

With G.I. Joes and John Wayne flicks

We boys got military kicks

And felt that we could beat the world –

I think our tiny brains were curled.

I think that we might have evolved

Thinking bullets always solved

Ev'ry problem and detour.

A beating was a sovereign cure.

Lynching bad guys meant that life

Would soon be free from any strife.

So, while Eisenhower ruled,

We were violently schooled.

The world would now have fewer brawls

If we had played with Barbie dolls.