Dylan Rounds
DYLAN ROUNDS
Dylan Rounds: it has been some time, yet still not found
Searched the wash, ravines, to mines deep underground
Parents, siblings, and Grandparents left broken and down
Sickened with the lack of action from LE from out of town
Though they're sure sitting in prison they have their man
But without Dylan's body as proof, so hard to understand
At 19, was focused and unique, this young lad had a plan
To turn some hard waste desert into his own farmed land
Just planted his first seed; a day later, taken in his prime
Why, O' Lord, to this, there just was no reason, or rhyme
Fingers pointed, believe me, culprits could stand in a line
But out of it all, Dylan's own heart song for us still shines
All we want for his family is to bring this young lad home
Not left in a harsh land where his lost soul is left to roam
Indiana Shaw . . .
"Dylan Rounds, a 19 year old farmer missing since 28th May 2022" . . . : /
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2022
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