A shot rings out,

The boy falls,

On the ground,

Is where he’s sprawled.

The other boy screams out,

and drops the gun,

He’s frantic,

Where should he run?

Blood runs out,

he knows he’s dead.

What used to be life,

Lies death instead.

He falls to his knees,

it was just a game,

He didn’t mean,

To cause so much pain.

He near sirens,

And frantically looks around.

He picks up the gun,

Without a sound.

The police rush in,

but it’s too late.

Another shot rang out,

all caused by hate.