The Thug Poem by glen pugh

KILL THEY WILL KILL THEY MIGHT. I WONDER HOW MANY MOTHERS WILL GRIEVE TONIGHT. FOR A CHILD THAT WAS SHOT WHILE PLAYING OUTSIDE OR LEARNING IN SCHOOL TRYING TO DO THINGS RIGHT. SHOT BY A THUG THAT DOSE NOT CARE. THAT CHILDREN ARE DYING ALL OVER THIS LAND THEY LOST THERE LIFE BY THIS THUGS HAND. THE THUG WILL SHOOT OVER A DRUG DEAL GONE BAD. HE THINKS HE IS TOUGH WITH A GUN IN HIS HAND. THE THUG DOSE NOT CARE ABOUT THE HARM HE HAS DONE HE IS PRAISED BY HIS FELLOW THUGS THEN GOES ON THE RUN. THE THUG HIDES LIKE THE COWARD THAT ALL THUGS ARE. SLEEPS ALLDAY AND CREEPS OUT AT NIGHT TO PUSH HIS DOPE AND LOOK FOR A FIGHT.AND THIS ISTHE NIGHT THE THUG LOSES HIS LIFE.SHOT BY A STRAY BULLET FROM ANOTHER THUGS GUN.THE THUG DIES IN THE STREET ALONE IN THE DARK.AS HIS LIFE FADES AWAY ON THIS COLD OCTOBER NIGHT.WE HERE THE THUGS MOTHER SCREAM INTO THE NIGHT.HER CHILD IS SHOT DEAD OUT IN THE STREET.PLEASE SOMEONE SEND TRUMP A NICE LOG TWEET.TO STOP ALL THE BICKERING.AND GET GUNS OFF THE STREETS........ Copyright...GLEN PUGH.....2019