Again and again, another one drops,
Like fly out of sky, he drops on the spot.
Lifeless, without breath another innocent one dies in vain.
Left in distress another mother cries in pain.

Before this happen he was a humble young boy,
He grew up alone so he played with toys,
Never outside much, and always doing his work,
And every Sunday his family and him went to church.

He wasn't the brightest, tallest or fastest in his class,
But nothing that challenged him never made his last,
Because he had a mindset that no one could have changed,
So he topped the class ever year to stay out of range.

But as typical people, some saw him and dislike him,
While others say he was good and humble and they love everything about him.
But haters never stopped envying and hating,
But that young boy always kept his head, straighten.

******, gun shots, civilians scream and body drops,
Blood flows, like burst pipes in the pitch road,
People in amaze, with a shocked face to see who got shot,
Sad to see a good young boy, only 14 picked up more than 4 reload.

Now his friends cry, and other people keep asking why,
It's hard to tell who would ring his bell and send this boy's soul to sell.
Dead and gone in a space, left with eyes open looking up to the sky.
The ****** hits and now cold in bones splits, soon to hear the church bell.

Again and again, another one drops,
Like fly out of sky, he drops on the spot.
Lifeless, without breath another innocent one dies in vain.
Left in distress another mother cries in pain.