Open Poetry #1 |
Counting the days |
JuLiEt Junior Member
since 1999-06-29
Posts 44Abbotsford,British Columbia, Canada |
Counting the days One by One, A young man watches His life go by, 9 days left, till death knocks on his cell, 1 more day till the little boys funeral. A mind of hatred, A mind of sickness, He doesn't know why He murdered the little boy. Parents mourn, They had a great loss, The little boy is gone to heaven, They pray towards the cross. Murder happens every day, No one really knows why, But fate takes his hand, And brushes it's people, As it looks towards the sky. The world counts the days, Fate counts the people. ------------------ ~*JuLiEt*~ |
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