Little Johnny



Johnny's one unhappy child...

Little Johnny
By Christopher Michael Carter


Now welcome to the house where little Johnny lives
To his family, a bullet, he gives
Said they never listened to him as they put him in the car
Towns people never thought it would go this far
Although they showed no affection
They should have paid attention
Attention to this young child who was lost within his head
Johnny’s in a rage

In anger he walks up the stairs
Without a care
He sees his siblings sleep
They never make a peep
The gun shot off so quickly
No time to think
As he watches his parents fade from life
Could he say goodnight?
Doings like that are never right
But now he is both alone and not, in a way
There he sits in an empty cell by himself
Yet the memory he’s made won’t go away
Johnny’s in a rage

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