A shot rings out,
its sound echoes throughout eternity,
another child lies dead,
on a cold dark street that now seems,
unbeckoning.
To many hearts filled with sorrow,
a child's eyes filled with terror,
wondering if there will be,
another tomorrow,
a parent turns their head,
to hide tears and the fears,
that now dwell inside.
For tomorrow can never be promised,
to anyone,
as long as life is not held sacred,
by the one hand,
that holds a gun.
