Elahe poems

Turn myself in

I can\'t make up my mind

bout which has got the right?

 

 

The psycho who killed a girl?

Or the victim of abuse who became a murderer?

he comes from a place called home but feels like hell

Course that\'s no excuse for why he murdered her 

The boy\'s got mental issues but his mother was the nurturer

 

 

Is he a drug dealer who ruins so many lives

Or a southside kid who was born and raised among drugs guns and knives?

 

 

Are they bad parents or just a reflection of their owns?

Whatever it is ,doesn\'t make the child less of a lone

 

 

Back in a rainy long night 

She was drunk driving and hit a guy

Would it be so terrible to run and hide?

But she just got drunk over a cheating partner and heard her father might soon die

 


Is she a burglar whos got no mercy?

But the first time، the crime was comited for an emergency

got nothing to eat or nowhere to sleep

Her choices were to become a prostitute or someone who steals.

 


Did the father left his family without even looking back

Or he was under so much pressure but too proud to crack?

 

 

Every story has the other side of it

Who can be the judge of it?

Change your perspective to see both sinner and victim in you

We all deserve glory but punishment too

I though for hours about each
And eventually turned myself in