blood is red
the living is
the dead
thats what the
shooter said
the song is sung
you're a
million years young
thats what the
shooter said
face to the floor
speak no more
thats what the
shooter said
the flash of a
bullet past
it happened so fast
flipped his lid
thats what the
shooter did
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem