Mommys Boy
What makes you kill a little boy
His only joy is his toy
At 5 he is still a baby
And that’s no maybe
A gang member shot him in the head.
He has been left in the street for dead
Was not even in school
Shot in the head by a fool
This is all he ever did everyday
to eat his breakfast and play
Not a care in his life and mind
yet he was treated very unkind
Never will he play with his toy
the gang came and took the boy
he was killed by a grown man
The reason, because he can
Copyright © Andre C Anderson | Year Posted 2025
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