-Uncle Nathan
(story)

Nathan Tristan did his job,
Find and kill all those nut jobs.
They wouldn’t kill the 
President this time.
Break into the department store,
If they shoot,
Level ‘em to the floor.
Let’s get going boys,
Let’s get this done.

Don’t know who’s the first to fire,
Ended in a hale of gunfire.
Soon, silence reigned supreme.
Nathan walked in to view,
The bloodshed on the crimson floor
And heard a cough behind a door.
Raising his gun and screaming loud,
Whoever’s there, come on out,
He heard a weak voice say “It hurts”

Something caught in his throat,
He lowered his gun and didn’t know why.
He opened the door to take a look.
Long brown hair and big brown eyes
Framed in liquid, ruby red.
They looked at him as his heart stopped.
He knew this little teenaged girl.

As she looked up through a veil of pain
And he looked down through a veil of tears,
She whispered “Uncle Nathan, it hurts.”
As he bent down on one knee,
He promised her that it would be okay.
Silently he began to pray,
“Please, Lord, let it be okay”
He lifted her into his arms,
And she weighed nothing.

His shirt turned scarlet with her blood
As he walked through 
The carnage that he came to do
He realized what price he had just paid.
“Uncle Nathan, I love you.”
He whispered back “I love you, too”
And as she died in his arms he cried.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart. 
How could I have known?
I just want you to know,
I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”
And as he walked, the eyes of men,
Both dead and alive were watching him,
As he swore to the sky
He’d never kill again.
Not Uncle Nathan.