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Jan 2013
A innocent child were seated in his living room.
Just minding his business.
When a sway bullet hit him in the chest.

He bled.
Blood just running down through his shirt.
The scream from the pain bought his mother running.

He's crying.
She's crying.
While trying to stop the blood.
While her spouse call 911.

Time is of the essence.
They say to the operator.
Who's seeking more information about the situation?

And all they could say was he has been shot.
And seem close to dying.

He's gone limp.
Arms can't move on his own.
His mother yell.
She scream.
She ask God why?

Why must my child die from a gun?

A father show rage.
As he comfort his wife.
He cry.
He yell.
Why?
Why?
Why must my son die from a gun?

When he hasn't done nothing to deserve this.
But he notice days later upon the news.

That people loves to shout about the second admendment.
But can't explain, why his child had to die from a gun?

He hear guns don't **** me.
People do.
But it's the gun holders he wants to ask this question of.

Why my son had to die from a gun?

They said it was stolen.
But the father didn't care.
He just wants the legal gun holder to know.
They could have done better.
Cause his son die from a gun.

And as much as they try to use logic.
To explain about violence in society.

They couldn't offer any good reason for his son's death.
Which came from a gun.

If it's to protect your house.
Or yourself.
Least have the common sense to secure it properly.
Cause this man son die from a gun.

When it could have been yours.
Who simply was an innocent child?
Accidently killed by someone.
And, now we have parents living without a son.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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