You slowly set your money down,
Sensing somethings wrong.
Then you quickly turn around,
Thinking that your wrong.
Then the door bursts open,
And in comes a man,
Little do you only know,
It's all part of a plan.
He points a gun up to the sky,
Says get down on your knees,
Quickly grabs a victim,
Says you come with me.
He throws a bag to the girl,
Who works behind the desk,
Says fill with whats in your hands,
And top it with the rest.
Then he yells and says shut up,
When a child starts to cry,
He tells the mother, shut him up,
Or he will surly die.
The mother quickly hushes her son,
And tries to crawl away,
The man yells and says come back,
And quickly fires away.
Screams of terror fill the room,
As the killer shoots the gun,
Slowly dropping to his knees,
After seeing what hes done.
Then he whispers to himself,
"I told her not to move",
tries to reassure himself,
It was what he had to do.
Then someone quick to move,
Pulls the fire alarm.
Another pop of the gun,
Another person harmed.
Then the man who holds the gun,
Says "look at what you've done".
Quickly grabs the bag in hand,
Then Briskly starts to run.
With police cars in the distance,
The killer running fast,
The man who pulled the fire alarm, fading kinda fast,
The mother who was shot for trying to hide,
The babe boy on the floor crying out his eyes.
And there you sit, money still in your hand,
Finding it hard to even stand, You sink down onto
You knees, recollect what you have seen,
You slowly close your eyes, and sadly start to think,
"That mother who had died before my eyes,
Could just have well been me".
