Shawn Oussifi Poet Rhyme

Awol At the Aorta Part Ii

Now I hear the sound, as I hear the rifles,
That went off as I walked on the day,
We'd lay you to rest, as I tried my best,
To stay strong for dad in a way,

I hear the sound, a gun going off,
I'm left silent, weaping in my room,
I cry for my fallen soldier, who's mind was shattered,
When he raised a gun to you

He pulled out a gun,
Before the rising sun,
And no longer,
would my sister be,

Then pulled out a gun,
When he couldn't out run,
Officers 
with disparity,

Awol at the aorta, ripped vein from the source,
Now their hearts sleep peacefully,
Silent, I cry...dare ask God why,
My soldier was taken from me


In honor of my beautiful sister
~Live, laugh, love~

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