Gun On the Floor
There's a gun on the floor
A man's body in the hall
his daghter that lived next door
is the one that made the call
neighbors gather on the lawn
they want to see it all
the old man lived alone
his name they can,t recall
violence in our cities
runs rapid like a dog
seems to be no justice
no ones on the job
is there need to wonder
why some feel the need
to find a real strong rope
and hang villians from a tree
there's a child in the dumpster
she had been there for a week
the body of the youngster
had been severaly beat
her dad is put on trial
for god and all to see
but the jury could care less
if he was a victim himself
violence in our cities
runs rapid like a dog
seems to be no justice
no ones on the job
is there need to wonder
why some feel the need
to find a real strong rope
and hang villians from a tree
Copyright © Lenita Auvenshine | Year Posted 2012
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