A black abys/s/,
A child falling.
No one knows,
Officers calling.
No one's done the wrong.
Name calling,
H/u/rt souls.
Something that one could (obv/i/ously)
Never know.
No one's done the wrong?
Lost goals,
The /c/hild's gone.
A martyr s/i/ngs
A lonely song.
Someone's done the wrong.
The mother weeps quietly.
Has no one /d/one the wrong?
Soci/e/ty is just
so (sigh)
beautiful.
The son of /a/n important man
Has so many dear fans.
And /n/o one's done the wrong.
Of course, no one's done the wrong.
A chil/d/ can't change how he is
So he hid away from the other kids.
Did t/h/ey do the wrong?
No, they didn't, of course they didn't do the wr/o/ng.
/M/aybe the wrong could've been st/o/pped,
Stop/p/ed like the alarm on a clock,
But the signs showed and no one saw t/h/em,
Just like how one snoozes an alarm.
The s/o/n of an important man sets an alarm clock.
He wouldn't want to /b/e late.
He sets an alarm and sleeps and wa/i/ts for it to go off,
And when it does no one else knows but him.
He set the /a/larm!
/Who has done the wrong?/
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PoetryThis is just poetry that I wrote. Some is new, some is old. I hope you guys like it. (: If you don't, that's okay too. (:
