Stop The Violence
Have anybody notice that child in the casket.
Yeah that child the one who was standing in
the park and ended up getting blasted.
The child who always had a smile on her face
it was like she was an angel sent from heaven
because she always encouraged people and
helped them along the way.
The question going around is WHY? Why did
you take my baby from Me.? A mother’s cry. A mother
whose, cry is so silent on the outside but loud on the inside.
A mother who’s trying to hold on to her faith.
And stay strong. A mother who is trying not to accept the fact
her baby is gone. !
The murderer. The Man behind the Gun walking
around like he is living on top of the world.
But Not giving a care about the fact he
Just took the life of an innocent little girl.
The Family of the murderer Saying he was an
A good kid. But they too darn stupid and blind to see what he did.
The innocent girl lies in her casket. Don’t even
know why she was murdered.
Why was she his target? Why did he kill her?
What did she do? A mother who heart is blue
Full of hurt, pain, Fear and questions. Questions
she just wish she had the answers to.
A mother should not have to experience something like this.
The heartaches, the sleepless nights.
Why Did you take that baby girl Life???
To every man or women who holds a gun in their hands
Think about the life you are taking when you fire them bullets.
Either A little girl or a little boy. Some ones family.
Someone’s little bundle of joy.
Stop the Violence. These babies aint did no harm to you
so why Shoot them and leave a family grieving
Think about how that family may feels.
Don’t take these babies lives.
They are our future.
They are our Doctors, lawyers and businessman and women
Of tomorrow STOP KILLING OUR FUTURE.!!!
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