21 July 2012
There's a boy, standing on the corner, There's a tear running down his face, There's a blade, gripped between his fingers, Red with blood, red with disgrace.
And on the street lies a lifeless body, On the street, lies a Mother's Son, On the street, lies a future stolen, Though he tried, tried so hard to run.
So please, please put down your knife!!!
Knife • Opuss № I