My child is dying
Having been shot in the chest
Crimson everywhere
On my clothes and my hands
I hold him in my arms
As I dial 911
I say "Please hurry,
My child is bleeding to death."
They say they'll
Be on their way
It seems like
It takes hours
My child is having labored breathing
He is fading fast
Please hurry up
You damn ambulance
If my child dies
I cannot live on
If my child dies
I'll shoot myself too
Then you'll have two bodies
To deal with
You'll have more work
If you're late
So don't be late