A Silent Cry

A silent cry is what was heard,
as I was laid to rest on the table.
A small hand was what I had felt,
to small to be willing and able. 

A sad night for all involved
As the sirens, all came.
A silent cry is what was heard
as they all shared the blame. 

It was a warm evening in August,
all the children were outside playing in the yard.
That's why it's such a puzzle  to me
how they were dealt this playing card.

Two of the children snuck away, 
and went to play in the house.
They got away so quickly,
why wasn't anyone aroused. 

No one was watching or following them,
as they played their way upstairs.
Two little babies enjoying each other,
laughing and playing without a care.

They played their way into the bedroom,
a large room where their parent would lay.
They played their way to the closet,
where their dad put his weapon that day. 

They played in the closet for a while, 
and something hit the floor. 
It was a box, and something black fell out.
it was shiny and they wanted to see more. 

One of the small hands picked me up
and started waving me around. 
I felt a small finger on my trigger,
I went off, and someone hit the ground. 

I was quickly dropped to the floor, 
something warm and wet ran near me.
There was a silent cry.
a sound of deep quiet and eyes that will never see.  

The room was covered with feet,
a mother prayer to GOD wouldn't stop.
A father shaking his head with a heavy heart,
because he forgot to lock his box. 

I am the weapon in your box,
if locked away, I'll be fine. 
If you forget to put me away correctly,
Who will be next in line?