I Wish
he was shot, In the back.
We knew what was comIng, we had for a while,
the man came to our doorStep, but didn't make a sound.
we knew He was here to take, not to give,
the man began to steal, to rob and to threat.
WE knew we were defenseless, only knives and a phone,
the man HAD a gun, and my father had A heart.
we wish we had a GUN, to protect not attack,
the man shot and ran, my dad in the back.
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