To a Better World
A crooked sick society
Bringing fear from rivalry
Is what I see and feel inside of me
Why did he feel like a minority
Only to be put down by authority
Wishing those children were alive to see
The days of light and the calm of night
For now I pray for their safe flights
To a better world
Following that light
All because a sick individual couldn’t act right
Those children deserved no fight
For I hope their reaper gets tortured at night
Rotting away.. I wish to spit on his grave
While hoping the beautiful souls do not stray
They will be in my thoughts as I pray
Copyright © Denis Picozzi | Year Posted 2022
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