The bullet richocheted off the hallway wall
The light crashes as it falls
The baby cries
You can see pure fear in it's eyes
This is how Chuck grew up
Failed to see the better side of luck
He grew up hearing screams
Of people on the block
Ran to the door
Locked all the locks
Because his worst fear was the sound of gunshots
A gun took away his mother
The playtoy of his broter
Brought home by the father
Who couldn't care less about safety
Not realizing guns had a safety
And lately
Screaming to God
Asking why she got shot
He barely got to know her
He was a child
A baby
He never got to hold her
To hug her
To appreciate his mother
Why
Why
Why
He calls out
But gets no answer
But gets no answer
Screams left unheard
Loud enough to shatter ear drums
But they're ignored
Damn
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