My Daughters Poem by FOEVERAMI JOHNSON

I'm sure I will get out there if my little girl die by the hands of a gun~ so I am The Spectator home watching the news in the TVs wonder where as parents we went wrong~ I'm cuffing my daughters as close as I can~ I'm a little of this closest to the pain mean to stay out of the fire don't leave you my sister
I'm watching both of them with my heart in the strongest desire, to keep my kids but within reach ~when to keep~the power to call them from the streets not to repeat another death~by trees/balloons~flowers 6ft deep.