Full Metal Jackets
Shots fired in a peaceful town,
Another bloody morning.
At the hands of misspent youth,
No one heeded the warning.
A crimson corpse in the wake,
Under shadows of dismay.
The victim of the shooter...
An innocent child at play.
Tear stained eyes will welcome,
A new Angel in Heaven.
Taken from both parent's arms,
Dead at the age of seven.
How much more can we endure,
Of the murders by our sons?
How many more bullets spent,
For the cost of freedom's guns?
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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