War Machine

WAR MACHINE by Xavier Bolger

I am running through the forest with this killing machine; black as death.
Superior, well protected, I feel as if I’m king of the world.
No one can stop me.
My fingers rest ruthlessly against the cool metal.
Its weight in my arms spreads a warmth through my bones.
I can seize the enemy’s base with no harm done to me.
This is my war machine.

I am a black killing machine.
I can spit bullets as fast as light.
But I never wanted to be a killing machine.
The blood I see, the destruction I cause.
I see death himself reaping the innocent dead people.
It’s horrible being a killer.
I wish they made me a computer instead.
If it were up to me I wouldn’t harm a hare.
I am a war machine.