It Could Happen
in the morning hours you wake up nice n fresh
unaware what the day holds for you
you brush your teeth and comb your hair
not knowing that theres a war goning on out there
you feed your dog and make your lunch
underneath your car someone randomly placed a homemade bomb
you walk to the front door to go to your car and the phone rings
its your co-worker outside waiting to surprise you with a ride
so your day goes on as it usually would
while on your street the violence continues
shooting and looting and blood everywhere
someone pulls the trigger and hits your car
blowing it up into the stars
you cheated death one time too many its fair to say your damn lucky
this was a random act of violence
no one was hurt while writing this
lol
Copyright © Brandy Megens | Year Posted 2009
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