Another Sad Story
A disturbed young man
He took a loaded gun
To exercise his demons
And have some fun.
He picked the most innocent
From an unsuspecting crowd
To make his statement
To make his abusive Father proud.
A little curly haired child
Was dead in his sights
His moment of fame
To set things right.
His trigger squeezed
Screams filled the air
He breathed in the panic
And the devils snare.
He turned the gun
And swallowed the tip
Prepared his soul
For his hellbound trip.
His Father saw the news
His boy now center stage
A victim of abuse
And a Fathers rage.
It sad that any child
Carries a story so sad
But they learn at home
To be good or bad.
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2014
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