I Wonder Why?
Many people die
with tear in their eye
with the thought of suicide in their mind
with one last cry
these innocent people die
I wonder why?
all these people being born
in the wrong places
and the wrong times
They grew up only knowing how to commit crimes
or how to sit in the streets asking for a couple of dimes
these people go home
only to be told
"you'll never mount to anything"
but they are only sixteen
this world can be so cold
so these people grow up doing the same thing
they did when they were sixteen
only this time they aren't as clean
they grew up only knowing how to be mean
one day they get tired of the crap
they look down and see the gun on their lap
they pick it up
and put it to their head
and with a sound of a BANG!
They become a person of the dead.
Copyright © Nicholas Lira | Year Posted 2005
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