His fist hit her head and her head hit the ground
With a dribble of blood and a big booming sound
He punctured her lung, broke her neck with a crack
His teeth in a snarl, her eyes rolling back
A final escape from her lips proved to be
Not a query for help but a desperate last plea
But the plea wasn’t heard as he dragged her away
With the sun going down to bring night to the day
An unusual occurrence but heard times before
A rape and a murder, a knife and some gore
Of course we don’t wish it upon anyone
It’s bad people who think of a knife and a gun
As a toy.

Won’t do any harm, it’s made out of plastic
A gift for my son, no need to get drastic
A normal fixation, safe as a dolly
Better then him playing stupid girl folly
He loves to pretend to be fighting and shooting
His sister the one he’s killing and looting
Him and his friends always playing fake war
Dying gross deaths all over the floor
Of course now that he’s older those games are so lame
He’d much rather play Xbox, burst men into flames
That Xbox has truly been such a great aid
Teen boys anger dispensed from one game being played
It’s a lifesaver.

No of course I don’t watch the news every night
It’s depressing and violent and gives me a fright
The wars and the death bring tears to my eyes
Make me throttle the image of every guy
Who picks up a gun and aims at another
Stealing a daughter, a husband, a brother
And same to the people who murder for fun
Ruining lives as if they mean none
They are born animals, violent at birth
Ready as children to wreck the earth
How can we live with them by our side
Our lives a gamble with every stride
We take.

It was a mistake, a misunderstanding
Him punching that girl only a crash-landing
My son didn’t mean to bring out the gun
He would never have fired, not even one
He’s a peaceful boy, always has been
Hasn’t he?