The Killing Fields
Police sirens wail…someone’s going to jail
in my neighborhood…once so quiet and good
One block over...masked man robbed a store
...shot the clerk dead as he exited the door
It’s so wrong…the killing fields are home...
Near the stoplight at the corner...
car still running...a slumped over owner
It’s so sad…and just too bad
Another drug deal has gone wrong
The killing fields have come home...
Heard the other day of a street gang
whom they say will just take aim
at any bandanna that’s not the same
Why don’t they all just get along
The killing fields will be their home...
'Mommy shot Daddy right in his head...'
said a small voice…from under the bed
It’s so wrong and it does not belong
Sad sight to see...a little tear -stained face
The killing fields were at his home place...
Special Forces soldier...only three weeks back
...home from that hot war in Iraq
'Put the weapon down'...the police said
The soldier raised the gun…to his own head
The killing fields had claimed him dead...
Sniper…riding around the town...
picking his victims at random...
just some people to gun down
Not a drop of pity or mercy shown
The killing fields have come home...
ÓFaye Sizemore 3/20/04
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