Bang, Bang, Bang,
The shots of his gun yelled.
Thump, Thud, Thump,
Bodies hit the ground with a bang;
Luckily not his.
Bang, Bang, Boom,
That was close enough to
make his name appear on that tomb.
Splitter, Splatter, Splitter,
If you listen closely you can hear the
blood and tears hit the floor.
Clip Clop, Clip Clop,
Does he know where he's going?
Clip Clop, Clip Clop,
Does he even know what for?
Bang, Bang, Bang,
Now he knows why he's here.
-Dedicated to my cousin Chris Yingling-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem