Tears from The East
Head chatterd with state law
No fair hearing because the law is
deaf
Executioner groaning with sword
The hot sun ready to sip
Her blood oozes in the midst of
innocency
Arrogant mob mocking her tears
Justice jugging in the jungle
She is
Killed for no just cause
Nature stood aloof
As she groan and moan
Mother weeps endless
Father failing
Desert wailing
The ugly sun in the middle east bleeds
for freedom
Freedom trapped by devils in power
Religion masking and muting our
voices
Today, we weep for Ramata
Written Awoh Kingsley
Categories:
jugging, deathsun,
Form: Bio
fallin into dark disper, screaming and crying why dosent anyone care,
she can feel the knife running deep in her arms, drops of warm blood soon to become bruises and scares,
she has crys everynight by feeling so alone, while her mom drinks it up she is home alone,
Shes had it she done ! she has no hope not even none..she opens the door and runs out the house, whereing nothing only her shorts and a easly see threw blouse,
she heads to the store grabbing tons of pills, then running past her house jugging up a step looking hill..
shes knows what she has to do,
she grabs a handful of pills and swollows them in her mouth, her eyes start geting blury trying take one more glance upon her house,
She falls to the ground no more weeping no more sorrow, thats it its final its finally over now---Larissa Summitt
Categories:
jugging, death, depression, fear, loss,
Form: Rhyme