A loaded gun in a child's hands.

I saw a child with a gun,
a friend the child saw.
He went to show it to his friend
and fill him so with awe.
The gun went off,
the friend fell down,
the child ceased to grin.
He yelled once,
he yelled twice,
then he yelled again.
The floor was soaked
with innocent blood
from the child slain.
Nevermore,
would the child play
with loaded guns again.