Chatterbox

He used to be such a chatterbox. Now that is all that he can do. Never again will he walk the streets with his hands
in his pockets. 'Cause his hands and feet are gone. It was
a big mistake of him to try to disarm this mine. The
society has given up on him. Lucky to exist or maybe not. Girls on the street aren't looking at him, the way they used to look at him and think what a goodlooking young man. I wish that he was lying next to me in my bed. He just wanted to create a safe environment, for those children to play careless on their land. But something went wrong. He ignited the bomb. This mine did it's job. Mutilated a man. It has only one life. So it won't explode again. But the other millions will.