Gunshots, Karina [best reads txt] 📗

I Hear
I hear gunshots in my neighborhood,
Three people shot,
Their wounds are gone,
But not their memories.

I hear kids playing,
Kids fighting for toys,
I am the last to hear the sirens,
And the kids running,
And screaming for their big brothers.

In the dead silence,
After the sirens are gone,
I hear friends, and family crying,
They are crying for what happened two months ago,
They are crying for what could have happened,
But they are crying for what did happen.

Publication Date: 06-07-2010

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