Number 23

The street cleared 

A yellow tape was put up

Four cops are now appearing 

His body lays

Frozen and stiff

Blood is everywhere

But there is only one bullet shell

The street lights come on

As the killer looks from the crowd

His body is turned over

And the wrong man was mistaken

The family cries

And he is taken away

Now in his place is a teddy bear 

Next to his picture with RIP on it

The bus continues to run

Kids continue to play

In the spot where a dead father just laid 

The blood is hosed away

The killer still on the loose

As he is listed as a number 

On deaths this past year