Thought Of The Kids Loss Poem by David Wall

no kids no son no daughter
cant imagine the pain of this slaughter
gifts bought for xmas but some wont be opened
cold tears drip down cause of there pure emotion

Wit minds floating... this world is so corrupted
Malls Movie theaters and places of education
churches are also targets You may be on a list
Never know till the trigger is tripped

Live Once Live it Up today could
be ya last
Future cannot be predicted i have an uncle on his death bed
there is no time till it just happens
this is a poem i am not rapping just releasing my thoughts in a dif form of fashion