1 min readSep 11, 2020
Nine Year Old Eyes.
They stand there, men in uniform
Forcing their authority upon your town
The streets are covered in these types of men and the metal they carry so lovingly will kill you
You are nine and your friend is eight
The ball you are kicking bounces to a man in uniform
He kicks the ball back to you and you wonder how can he kick this ball to me but also shoot me, shoot my friend
You wonder if he had to choose to fire or kick which would it be.