You Don'T Have To Pay the Price

I could here the children cry,
broken by the streets,
I could smell the dealer's lies,
while his mom got brutally beat.

Where did all the angels go,
the devil took another soul,
please hold on, He paid the price,
you don't have to sacrifice.

I could sense the brother's fear,
as the morning grew close and near,
wondering when he'd disapear,
never wanting to shed a tear.

where did all the angels go,
the devil took another soul,
please hold on, he paid the price,
you don't have to sacrifce.

I could hear her parents fight,
down the block that dreadful night,
I could hear the car door slam,
that man walked out with blood on his hands.

where did all the angels go,
the devil took another soul,
please hold on, he paid the price,
you don't have to sacrifce.

I could see the young girl dance,
I just took one giant glance,
trying to feed her self-esteem,
Late at night her heart would scream,

Where did all the angels go,
The devil took another soul,
Someone tell our children soon,
Mercy and love was resurrected from the tomb.

By: Sabina Nicole
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Brown Avatar
October 10, 2012 at 5:47 AM
Congratulations on your well deserved feature this week Sabina. Love, Carol
Landon-Lane Avatar
October 8, 2012 at 11:47 PM
Brings back such memories for me that I actually had to hold the bathroom toilet and shiver and cry. Utterly brilliant..the truth may not set you free, but it can sure keep you strong enough to protect all the others. Thank you...never lose that crystal clear courage. Elizabeth Landon-Lane
Foulk Avatar
April 5, 2011 at 2:41 PM
i loved the title and the poem, very moving and creative piece of work.
Nicole Avatar
October 8, 2012 at 10:08 AM
Thank You James. I see it every day of my life where I work and my heart breaks for our young people. Have a great week!
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