Poetic Ponderings: Somebody shot my son

Monday, January 24, 2011

Some low down cowardly bastard with a gun

He shot him down

He shot my son right in the middle of town

My son had flaws

Yes, he had them all

My son was not the best, but damn he was my son

Why’d you shoot my son?

What to you had my poor dead son done?

So you wanted cash?

Or did he beat your ass?

So you went home, got your gun and shot my son?

My son is gone

That baby boy I raised for years and years is gone

I’m gonna miss him so

I’ll miss the last time I watched my son walk through that door

Somebody shot my son

All I know is that that bastard’s shooting days are done

They caught the one

They ran him down

They caught the dirty stinking beast that shot my son

I’m gonna gun him down

Yeah, I’m gonna gun him down

I’m gonna shoot and watch his blood spill all over the ground

Somebody shot my son

But I gunned him down,

Now his daddy’s singing, oh God...somebody shot my son.

Somebody shot my son

Poetic Ponderings