He was driving in the inner city when a carjacker pulled out a gun.
The carjacker shot him in the head as he was calling 911.
He was just out for a night of fun.
He knew that he wouldn't see the morning sun.
At the last minute, he wished that he had just stayed at home.
And talked with friends on his cellphone.
Dear Lamar, it is really a beautiful poem on violence in your pen. Cutely and touchingly you have inscribed it. Thanks for sharing.
A sign of a violent ridden society nicely depicted,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very thought provoking sharing.