Assassin

The boy rests his head against the wall
listening to his breath
in out, in out
so simple
but how long will it last
Somewhere under his breath
his heart beats like a thunder drum
and in his very soul he knows
everything he is, everything he dreamed to be
is coming to an end
He will not become grizzled like his grandpa
He will not know the sweet smell of his newborn son
He started a war
and now
like a wolf in the forest
he is hunted
There will be no flowers on his grave
There will be no sanctified resting place for him
He started a war with a single bullet
they will find him, obliterate him
Some people will call him a hero
Others, a monster
but in reality he is just an American boy with a gun