Weapons

She’s standing with her son on the corner of the street His head in her chest she cover’s his eyes Pop pop pop it’s the sound of a gun chaos and panic everyone run A young man is dying a bullet to his head Without a thought she runs to his side removes her coat covers the wound Hoping and waiting for paramedics to come Siren rings out they are minutes from the scene He’s dying in her arms tears fill her eyes Lay down our arms so no one else dies We New Yorkers have just had enough We can’t take any more of this stuff How many have to die without a cause We must consider changing our laws Written by M. BURTON