Click, Click, Bang, Bang
The Guns rang and sang
Smoke rising from his chest, breathless
His body littered on the street, thoughts in my mind restless.
He was a young boy, probably 10.
Running home to hug his mom and tell her about his long day
But life chose to shorten his journey, ending a holy Sunday
The smile on his face, his last one at 10.
Click, Click, ****** Gangs
Bang, Bang their Guns rang.
Stray bullets flying everywhere
A young boy hit by piercing silverware.
His smile fresh in my mind
The stars shining brighter than usual
I wonder how his murderer sleeps at night
knowing that a mom lost a heartbeat she carried for nine months.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC
Click, Click, Bang, Bang
The Guns rang and sang
Smoke rising from his chest, breathless
His body littered on the street, thoughts in my mind restless.
He was a young boy, probably 10.
Running home to hug his mom and tell her about his long day
But life chose to shorten his journey, ending a holy Sunday
The smile on his face, his last one at 10.
Click, Click, ****** Gangs
Bang, Bang their Guns rang.
Stray bullets flying everywhere
A young boy hit by piercing silverware.
His smile fresh in my mind
The stars shining brighter than usual
I wonder how his murderer sleeps at night
knowing that a mom lost a heartbeat she carried for nine months.
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