The Crown Of Grief.

Wearing their colors
They fall, bleed, and die
Mothers with broken hearts
Kiss their sons goodbye
One more wasted
One more tasted
The grim reapers gun
One bullet one son
Buried deep
Covered in sleep
Sprinkled down dream
Sandman clean
Colors blue or red
Around their head
Death got mugged
Like a stepped on bug
Stiff in sleep
Their loved ones weep
Baptized in violence
And people are silent