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,
under a bush hid.
He is a hero by younger boys.
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?
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2017
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