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

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