There are people dying and children crying
What are you going to do
This child is crying because her mother is lying there dying on the street
She doesn't know what to do she doesn't have a clue as to who
Would do such a thing
They were just walking along, singing a song
And the next thing she knew
BANG
A scream
And then blood, blood, red crimson blood,
Spilling across the street
Spilling across the world
Hatred, evilness, spreading like a plague,
And what are you going to do
Too many of usf sit back and watch
Growing numb to the death and dying
Numb to the hatred and evilness
Numb to the world
The child watches as her mother takes her last breath
She doesn't' know what to do,
She doesn't have a clue on
Why
Why did this happen,
Why her,
How
How is this real
And as she wishes she knew, you realize this could of had been you
But she was in the wrong place at the wrong time
And you were in the right place at the right time
And what are you going to do
There are people dying and children crying
And the world is in pain,
The child takes one last look at her mother,
And then walks away
And oh yeah, one more thing
That little girl? That child?
Is me.
YOU ARE READING
the blood of my heart
PoesíaThis is a collection of poetry. Some are fun and lighthearted, while others are deep and meaningful. A mixture of spoken word and short poems. I will continue to add poems weekly. My heart is in your hands.
