gun play
Gunplay
The confused inner-city kid
had a gun.
Another boy didn`t show him respect,
So he shot him dead.
The gun boy fled into a park,
under a bush hid.
He is seen as a hero to younger boys, yet the weight of his actions and the cycle of violence threaten to define his future.
Sirens and voices, they have got him now,
One bullet left,
wished he was back home with his mum.
Thought of his option
to be a hero for all time?
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