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What becomes of a world?

The trees ache with a pain only those who have witnessed true horror 
The swinging rope moping for it had been turned to a killer 
The threads unravelling trying to escape 
A maze with no end 
Running, running, running Away
Yet still can't escape its fate 

A fallen leaf a tear of the tree
Weeping for a life no more 
Haunted by the thought of how many more 
Will face a death so brutal
The branches snap screaming in pain
Wishing to not be a ploy in their game 
The blood Soaked roots 
Will grow into a plant who will wear their name
The sun has hidden things will never be the same 
A life lost is a star gained 
The world grieves with drops of rain
Trying to control a harrowing pain

The buildings still paying respects 
Dressed in a layer of a grief so known 
For centuries it stood a witness to a tragedy all alone 
The broken windows shattered by the screams it spoke 
Choked by the air which had lost all hope 
What must become of a body disposed 
More blood than man 
The red that shows 
Maybe good can come evil where flowers may grow 
Maybe the sky will gift a rainbow
To bring hope for another tomorrow 

What becomes of body now gone 
What happens to a family who couldn't mourn 
A death that brought about violent storm
The earth has quietened 
The streets forlorn 
Watching another black families heart be torn
The end of a funeral left to a house rid of warmth
The world haunted by the joy long gone 
What becomes of a world without the lights on
What becomes of a world that houses an atmosphere so cold 
What becomes of a world where the that barely holds on 
Slowly crumbling its foundations 
The structure that holds everything up
Has now been torn down 
What becomes of a world that let's black people down
It becomes a place where joy becomes a ghost town

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