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2 in the morning

 
Down the road I heard it;
One  
Two  
Three  
Four
shots fired on the east side.  
They go ignored  
until a man shows up  
at the emergency room  
with his 16-year-old son,  
shot to death as a passenger  
by stray bullets;
they were going to get ice cream at McDonald's.  
Written by Pishashee
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Author's Note
It's strange that in America people are more afraid of talking about gun reform laws than they are of their children being shot and killed.
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