The fight is hard, the nights are cold
Accepting ain't easy, the facts, they're bold
Silently screaming, louder than words
Seeing their faces, the way it hurts
Hearing the truth is a twist of the knife
Endlessly longing to end the strife.
The faces of children
Dirt makes out the tears
They know the killer too,
He haunts their fears
They long to be happy
Long to be good
Long to be grateful
Like they feel they should.
Staring Death in the face
Asking for mercy
They didn't know drama
They didn't know controversy.
They tried hard to fight
Tried hard to defend
But their efforts were lost
When they lost in the end.
YOU ARE READING
Poem Collection
NonfiksiIt was originally one poem but I'll make it a collection of little thoughts I have. Most of these are depressing, so trigger warning.
