Stop The Gangs Poem by Caleb McDade

From the gun
The bullet flies
Into his body
Then he dies
Stop the gangs, save the youth
Take them away from the truth

From the gun
He reloads
Cuts himself
Blood like a rose
Oh my god he had to try
Have an honest job
You won't die

From the gun
He breaks to pieces
Now he can
Love his nieces
Now he can
Have a life
And he can marry
His lovely wife

From the gun
There's no other way
And will be gone
Till no other day