EMERGENCY DIAL 911...
E-erie screams of a child crying...
M-ommy! please hold me, I think I'm dying...
E-ntered the bullet to the back of my head...
R-icocheted off a light post in red...
G-od, help my child, I beg of you please...
E-xcruciating pain, when will it cease...
N-erves are damaged, can't feel my feet...
C-an't take a breath, my throat's filled with heat...
Y-oung children throughout this world of ours, are innocently shot by drive-by cars...
D-estroy this world of drugs hate and crime...
I-t's up to you, to make up your mind...
A-nonymous calls are towards the fight...
L-et's come together, and stand up for what's right...
N-eeding the help, from the people of this town...
I-n bringing the drive-by shooters down...
N-ever think it wouldn't happen to you...
E-veryone together, we'll make it through...
O-fficer please, find whose to blame...
N-ow can you bring this gang banger to shame...
E-mergency...dial...911...
O-h Lord I pray, please save my son...
N-eed E.M.T.'s to get him through...
E.-R. stands by with a medical crew...
IT'S UP TO YOU, OH LORD I PRAY,
PLEASE LET HIM NOT BE THE ONE TO PAY!
Author...Denise R. Rojas...2/7/03.
Amor.
Ron