In memory of people killed in gun crime.

The man walked in, gun in hand.
That is when it all began.
A week has passed, three victims are down.
The twisted man patrols around.
Everyone knows there's no escape.
They can't just accept their fate.
One brave hostage, finally stands up.
He is killed, out of luck.
News crews report the brave mans death.
Families worry, they hold their breath.
The victims all, lay there still.
It affects more than who were killed.
It's not over, the reporter has spoken.
Another gunshot, some hearts are broken.
Who was it this time, the families worry.
The news comes out, the killer isn't sorry.
The victims mother, falls to her knees.
It's unknown, why they won't be freed.
It's all over, no one's left.
They hear the last gunshot, the killer is dead.

Not great but it's the thought that counts.

Poem by Hell's Design

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