Not Made Up
A young man was murdered
In an instant, life no more
Not made up for gain
He lay dead on the floor
No chance to be saved
He was shot in the head
Not made up for sympathy
A pool of blood ran red
No chance to say goodbye
Blood, bone, and brain splattered
Not made up for partisanship
A family unit shattered
No chance to call out
No time to plead
Not made up for TV
"Death" the gun decreed
You, in your sanctimonious tower
Truly have no clue
Murder isn't a talking point
But your ambitions lead you askew
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