Death dealers

The death dealers are all around us

Held in hands and fired with sulfur and gun powder

The tools of children

The things of teenagers

The dealings they do inhabit

Across seas

In schools

In houses

On the streets

All around slinging death to the youth

To rip through flesh and bone

Tearing spinning at hot velocity

Death has been dealt and a life is gone

A young boy

Unassuming of the shadows at work

Where the death dealers hide

Or in waistbands

Or in holsters

In a flash

The metal shards of the bullet bouncing off the road

With the body still warm

With the blood and life of this young boy

Fading fast and then he is gone