Target (Poetry)

A child in a yellow t-shirt
playing in the dirt —
a sniper with one bullet shoots to kill
a tenth generation rebel
three years old

the man asleep inside the boy
is a time bomb slowly ticking —
growing hatred
til the revolution comes

one less teenage soldier
with a rifle for amusement —
the toys of ragged armies
given dreams

the body drops with little sound
the dust barely disturbed
the yellow t-shirt reddening
with stains.