Choices - A poem in light of recent events

Choices 

And the bullets wake me again, 

From my dreamless sleep. 

For years they've reached my ears,

But they were drowned by the screams. 

Blood is like a friend I meet everyday.

It glistens in the light, 

Almost happy to see me.

But why is it that I'm not so? 

Instead of the rifle, I want to hold a pen,

Instead of shedding blood, I want to spread my wings. 

But that choice, never rested with me, 

For my fate was sealed the day

I came into a world of such love for hate. 

Tomorrow will come when it is my turn

To hold the instrument of destruction. 

Refuse and I shall also be put to sleep, 

By the same sound that woke me up.