By: Cedric McClester

People die everyday
But must they in
Such a violent way?
Is that the price
We have to pay
For living in America today?
Tell me what
You have to say

Shots ring out
That are randomly fired
People wonder
Will we ever get tired
Of the toil and strife
And the loss
Of innocent life
By someone’s gun or knife

The mayhem  repeats
And blood runs freely
Down suburban
And city streets
While victims are covered
With blood soak sheets
The coroner signs the receipt
And places toe tags on their feet

As countless victims
Meet their Maker
It’s a booming year
For the undertaker
As well as the cemetery
Caretaker
While burial plots
Are being sold by the acre
















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