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
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