This is to be read as a story.



Last Words
A beautiful Day, some might say.
the sun was blissfull, pelting skin with honey warm rays.
Fathers being sunburnt, left dazed.
Water sprinklers praised by all,
everyone outside, beckoned by the wheathers call.

The Setting for a walk with mom,
pushed in the pram, the child sucking her thumb.
Listening to the radio, the music turned thoughts numb.
All of a sudden, a crackle and static,
a break in the voice of Mr boombastic.
Pinging the ears with a tone sounding drastic.
a Gunshot left a ripple affect through the air.
the mother instinctivly covered her child,
lashing its face with her hair.
Screams from all corners of the street,
as chaos set in, and jeopordy lept to its feet.
The Gun shots continued to repeat,
and in all the chaos the child did speak.
Mommy...she squeled and started to cry.
Harsh situations can cause great events, but there was no time to ask why.
Because at that moment, a shadow jumped the fence.
A cold chill felt from Behind................
as the bullet cracked through her spine, a shrill whine was cast.
She collapsed to the floor................and again another Gun blast.
And this Childs first words were also her last..........