*this poem was written by my brother, just wanted to see what you thought of it*...
A river of red, running down the street,
puddling up at the officers feet.
Looking to the sky, he thought to himself,
"Why dear god, did he shoot himself"?
A river of red running down the street,
steaming slightly in the summer heat.
He lay on the ground, his head facing down,
the officer looks at the lifeless body,
turning his mouth into a frown.
A river of red running down the street,
trickling past the officers feet.
Walking over to where the boy lay,
he took the gun that took a life away.
A river of red running down the street,
a tear fell down to the officers feet.
He put the boy in the body bag,
and watched as they took his son away.
