Five Dead

by HOLLYWOODxBANGBANG   Mar 11, 2005


He was growing weed and did not want to get caught,
so afraid, running from the cops.
His parents did not know,
about the illegal grass that their son was growing.
Cops went to his house, trying to make a drug bust,
to put this criminal in jail was a must.
Kick down the door, looking for the man,
there he was standing with a gun in his hand.
They look at him and try to calm him down,
but before they knew, they were shot to the ground.
Two cops dead, laying on his floor,
five minutes later, in walked two more.
They did not know what happened, they just came to see what was taking them so long,
they realized that their drug bust had gone wrong.
The man panicked and shot them dead,
when he could have just faced the consequences instead.
Panicking about what he did, all alone in the world he stands,
trembling and shaking hands.
He takes a step back not able to believe what he just did,
he did not think that he would get caught, he had kept it hid.
In no time more cops would show up,
he raises the gun he has had enough.
He puts it to his head and touches the trigger gently,
he did not mean for all of this, it had come accidentally.
He pulls the trigger and hits the ground,
takes one last breath and looks around.
Five dead and the world is alarmed,
about the people that were harmed.
We all sit here mourning about the lost loved ones,
and it all started with a dumbass growing drugs.

© Jenna Elphick
March 11, 2005

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