To Whom It May Concern

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I cannot hide

I cannot run

I've done my time

I've got to go. 


My father died

A braver soul. 

He was killed. 

Hung in a pole. 

His sins I see

In tarnished red

I hate to see

My father dead


My mother cried

As I was told

My fathers life

Will go no more


They say to live. 

To keep on go

But my tears will hide

What I cannot hold. 


It's been a year. 

Since his death. 

My mothers gone

And I am next. 

My little Jewel

They smile no more

I had no money

To take her home


My dearest friends

The writer I know

Write this please

Don't leave this alone


My last dear word. 

Just for you. 

Is to let it out. 

But not through blue

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