Bluebonnet's Sorrow

There's red soaked in the carpet...
There's red on the back wall...
And a grown man is crying
Talking into his last phone call.

"My love, you have left me...
I have no idea what to do...
But you took my heart from me
So I take your sons from you."

The knife was already drawn...
Then slowly with a small yell...
And in that swift moment
All Heaven went to Hell.

It all seemed so fake...
No one really knew...
Until the gunfire was heard
Then we all knew it was true.

It's not just 'life and death'...
Cause that Third story blast...
Will always be the sound
That I'll never quite get past.

The two boys were always playing...
We all saw them running around...
But their laughter was taken
By those loud muzzle shot sounds.

The women all were crying...
The men all swallowed tears...
And when the bags were carried out
It confirmed all our fears.

When man looses love,
It's no rite to take life.
Why take your two sons
When you only lost your wife?

What other shaded colors of ghosts
Can exist in this concrete place?
The execution of young boys
Cannot be easily erased...
It's not just a sad, simple story
That we'll all just "have to face."

May this be a wake up call to us all...
Crimes of Passion, Love, or Treason...
To take the lives of the innocent
Is never a form of justified reason.