By: Cedric McClester

It started out in
The outskirts of Pittsburg
At a backyard barbeque
Where shots were heard
In the dark of night
To the angel of death’s delight
And at the conclusion of the carnage
Four men were in flight

Fifty shell casings
On the ground
Where sadly the dead
Were found
Several more
Were wounded too
When shots rang out
Before they knew

Again the smell of gun smoke
Was in the air
Cause the cowardly perpetrators
Didn’t care
They became the merchants
Of death on a dare
Guns are easy to get
So the public must beware

Fifty shell casings
On the ground
Where sadly the dead
Were found
Several more
Were wounded too
When shots rang out
Before they knew

It’s a sickness we have
And there is no doubt
That we haven’t been able
To stamp it out
With a do nothing Congress
And the NRA
It seems to be happening
Every other day

This time it was Pittsburg
Where will it be next
And don’t take a single word
Out of context
Until we can get ourselves
Out of this hex
We’ll be confronted with something
That defies intellects

Fifty shell casings
On the ground
Where sadly the dead
Were found
Several more
Were wounded too
When shots rang out
Before they knew







Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016.  All rights reserved.