The TV. is on
The show is new
I was asleep
I had the flu
All of a sudden
I heard a loud bang
“He’s been shot”
My mother then sang
The window was busted
Where the shot came through
Mom saw who did it,
His car was blue
The cops she dialed
To help me out
“Its too late”
She began to pout
“Why was it him?
That had to die?
Why not me? ”
She began to cry
She paid for my funeral
She paid for my grave
There she knew
She had to be brave
The years have gone
By her so fast
She thinks that memory will be her last
I was the one
That had the doubt
I was the one
That was a scout
Remember me
Upon this day
The one who died
A terrible way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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