by David Wallace Dec 4, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
grieving, loss
It's sad but no 1 can hide from death/ But even sadder when strays levitate hitting kids in the chest/ Sirens blaring cold wind blowing so u see his last breath/ Eyes blurry hyperventilating final result yellow tape stretched/ The kid was only 7 his birthday just passed a couple days back/ Who knew that be the last one he'll b4 his eyes went black?/ Was it a case of bad luck nope a dispute over crack/ The kid got mirked the shooter's life was off track/ Added murders so the drama then multiplies/ The shooting don't subside so life's divide subtracting smiles trouble doubles bringing sorrows 2 minds/ Momma console me tell me that everything will be fine/ So if I go out and play I wont be next in line/ Hands folded in perfect symmetry bow your head in annual respect/ For another kid who fell victim of the tech./ |
by Laura
Wow deep I like it sounds like one of my friends poems.... |