Dit gedicht is fictie, geschreven omdat ik TEGEN zinloos geweld ben.
Mama, yesterday a boy
had a gun at school
didn't have a reason
just thought it was cool
Mama, yesterday a boy
started shooting around
he hit me and another
couldn't stand the sound
Mama, now I am dead
this wasn't meant to be
I still want to live
I want to be free
Mama, tell my sister
I miss her very much
that she couldn't help it
that I miss her touch
Mama, tell my friends
I can't come tonight
because I won't come ever again
and that it isn't alright
Mama, why is it me?
I still want to live
now I'm dying here
why couldn't they give?
Mama, please remember
you did everything you could do
and I just want to tell you
Mama I love you