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Don’t play out in your yard in Miami I heard it on the evening news The newsman’s lips slowly moving Repeating words he’d never choose An 8 year old girl caught in the crossfire A shooter so blinded with rage That he never noticed she was singing Standing up on her homemade stage The reporter keeps giving the details How the shooter had aimed for another Over getting revenge for a break-up How he got the gun from his big brother He found it under the seat in his car Children find what adults hide all the time That it’s not unusual to hear when A toddler shoots his mother in the spine One mother grieves while another’s relieved Either outcome leaves one dead kid Playing out in her yard in Miami The last thing that she ever did
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Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
Don’t play out in your yard in Miami
Don’t play out in your yard in Miami I heard it on the evening news The newsman’s lips slowly moving Repeating words he’d never choose An 8 year old girl caught in the crossfire A shooter so blinded with rage That he never noticed she was singing Standing up on her homemade stage The reporter keeps giving the details How the shooter had aimed for another Over getting revenge for a break-up How he got the gun from his big brother He found it under the seat in his car Children find what adults hide all the time That it’s not unusual to hear when A toddler shoots his mother in the spine One mother grieves while another’s relieved Either outcome leaves one dead kid Playing out in her yard in Miami The last thing that she ever did
All too true and too commonplace that we become numb to these tragedies.
terry-jordan
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Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
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