//tw: death
Another body
Another mother's scream
Another wooden box
Another news broadcast
Another headstone
Another tragedy
Another soul lost
Another person dead
And not a damn soul that cares enough
To do something about it
Not a damn soul
That will look at that grave
And demand change
Nobody to demand justice
Nobody who will remember
Let it pass
A week goes by
It's a faded story
A month goes by
It's never brought up anymore
In the end
It's just another body
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Poetry For The Masses
PoesiaA collection of poetry and poetic stories written by myself about varying topics, from simple pleasures to fantasy worlds to real problems. Organized in the order of which they're written, these stories make up thoughts and ideas that pass through m...
