Family
We come as congregation
Family united as one
Yet one didn't know
A son would grab a gun
I did not see
A son disconnect
Suddenly in plain view
A bullet hits mom's neck
An attempt of suicide
Was it worth it all Now the family
United as one congregation
Fuss Fight and brawl
Pictures are the only image
After father misses sons scrimmage
If he could take his little feedback
Then pray to God things will be the same
Father takes a bullet to the head
Is he the one to blame
Copyright ©2008 Sylvester L Eaves
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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