Ticking

Ignorance and bravado is what they say
The gun was loaded, but then who knew?
At only 17 a young life clock stops ticking
How tragic they say, pried from cold dead hands

Man versus food, fascinated by the reality
Could he really eat the whole thing?
Break to commercial, a small starving child
A mother weeps, as a clock stops ticking

In foreign fields, no poppies grow
Far from home, row upon row
Where life is cheap or so it seems
Clocks stop ticking in the death of dreams

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