Haikus

Wrestle in the dirt,
Children playing (or are they?).
Accidents happen.


We all wish to fly,
Glide high and evade struggle.
Bullets can fly too.


Clink clank cock click crush
Can a gun control itself?
If not, then who can?


Life, soil, bombs for oil
The makeup of a just fight.
Whose side am I on?


This I’d like to see:
An onomatopoeia
With a pleasant sound.