Travis Bickford

PAWNS

Father, brother, son: we’re all the same
simply pawns in their ultimate game
shots fired
why I ask, why are you doing this to me?
Don’t know you brother!
Night vision, spot you, trigger squeeze
bullets flying
missed you like you missed me
did you miss on purpose?
Maybe I did
why would I want to put your life to an end?
If we were not just pawns, maybe we could be friends