Gunplay
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
Hid under a bush
Shivering in the cold rain.
Now he was a hero.
Sirens and voices, they have got him now.
One bullet left
Wished, he was back home with his mum.
Thought of his option
A hero of all time?
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2021
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