Three men, one jailed and one dead
The other unconscious on a hospital bed
Jail, Hospital, Dead will never be the same
The night before giving them their names
Hospital was walking alone, as was Dead
Jail, with a bottle, smashed one in the head
Hospital was beaten for his cash and change
Dead just happened to be in his cries’ range
Imitating Jail, but with better intentions
Dead attacked, mind set on prevention
The night was black, and soon turned Red
Dead and Jail fought, while Hospital just bled
Sirens chased away the black of night
Cop cars, paramedics, “Are you alright?”
No responses, Jail was placed in a blue car
Hospital was treated for his soon to be scars
The third just laid there, in a big, big red ring
With his big red medal, for doing the right thing
