Story Time: Wrong Turn

Story Time: Wrong Turn

Wrong turn

Last night mama said her prayers, went to bed
Woke up four o clock in the morning to hear that her one son, Johnny, was dead
Mama started laughing, said it was a joke
That’s impossible; she said, my baby boy is at work
Johnny’s pulling a double, working the night shift
Mama caught herself, as she was told, that the breath in Johnny’s body no longer exists

On his way home, he got pulled over by the cops
Minor violation
Forgot to use his signal while making a left
Slight change of plans, as he was tired, aiming to beat the sun
Blue lights started flashing one by one

Hill street blues, said he had a gun
Hands up, don’t shoot
Trigger happy, go lucky
Another life done
Second thought, what if that were your son

Johnny’s in the street
face down in a pool of blood
Two bullets in the back of his head
Mama had to band her belly
She bawl until she nearly dead

It’s gonna be hell to pay on judgment day
For all the blood shed
Innocent lives lost, needlessly taken way
God’s not dead, neither is he asleep
He hears the cries of all the mothers as they weep
For all the truth that goes unsaid
Every man will have sleep on the bed that he spread

By Sharon Corinthian


THE MORAL OF THE STORY
Romans 12:19

Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.

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