At War

It seems as if no one wants to do what is right. No one wants to fight Most of us was born at the cross roads It wasn’t a road we chose Tossed into a generation of gun violence, sex, drugs, No love, no kisses, no hugs On February 15, 2009 a battle had begun It was easy to tell, when I heard the shot of a gun And I was surely in hell Killing and shooting The screaming the yelling Bodies hitting the floor Horrifying and I couldn’t take it anymore People are so quick to pick up a gun, Taking someone’s life just for fun Losing my befriend was always a dread Shot six times in the back, three times in the head Nine times and he was dead Ina puddle of blood, he lid there Grasping for air Death was close, as the reapers breath All the friends I lost in this war What was this all for? Why did I have to end up alone? Why all my partners have to be dead? Everyone is losing their head Going mad, I wanted revenge more But then I didn’t know what I was fighting for I was just at war.