As I make an attempt to write this piece the tears flow,
However it comes out its because am letting it go.
I am not sure about you but I am tired
Yes I am tired,
As I sit deeply gazing at the night sky with teary eyes,
There’s so many questions puzzling my mind.
Why do we kill?
Why do we murder?
What happened to getting old and dying from natural illnesses?
I am tired of seeing the pain stricken faces of mothers and sisters,
As they weep for their brothers and sons that are shot dead in the streets.
What is the cause for all this senseless killing?
It makes me wonder if its a blood hunting season.
These killers show no remorse for they smile while being behind the gun,
They just take another life for fun.
I wonder what will happen when your time comes?
Just know your music will play one day
When it does its not rhythm nor blues,
So you won’t be dancing to tunes.
What a rude awakening;
one that u can’t refuse
When u finally realise, that the way u chose,
Is filled with doom & woes.
Imagine being buried on Valentines Day,
Gifted with a wreath instead of a rose.
Copyright © Xavier Frazer 2016
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2 thoughts on “Thought Of It”
This was really great. This really hit me emotionally and I really felt your sorrow, frustration and anger.
I really like the lines: “Imagine being buried on Valentine’s Day/Gifted with a wreath instead of a rose.”
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