Don't worry baby
I'll be coming home late
I'm just running errands
So, I'll see you at 8
Then they need me at work
We've been falling behind
Ayesha would be by herself
Left to hang on the line
Oh tell me did you hear about
the nine-year-old girl?
She was out running errands
And lost her whole world
They found her lifeless body
Just a block from her home
Now they've locked her daddy up
To see what he knows
But don't worry baby
I'll be coming home soon
There's only a few things
I've got left to do
We've been so caught up here
With the usual shit
Ashley is how Ashley is
So I'm dealing with it
Oh tell me did you hear though
That the teachers in Texas
Will lay down their own lives
Before those meant to protect us?
For members of a community
They're just sorry excuses
To turn a school to a combat zone
Tell me what that produces
More madness and abuses
All this chaos just introduces
Another two thousand necks
Slipping into nooses
Every damn day more contributions
All this chaos to no conclusion
Another poor ass in the chair
Suffers electrocution
Tell me baby what does it mean
When an innocent life gets caught between
A madman with a rifle
And her everyday scene?
I grieve for my sister
and I grieve for my brother
I've grieved for so many
I can't grieve for another
But don't worry baby
I'm on my way out
But I admit I may forget
What it's all about
No, don't worry baby
The world is a mess
I confess it may be too late
But I'm on my way
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That is so sadly beautiful. It immortalises and encapsulates many emotions and wandering thoughts. A worthy tribute.
Thank you bard. Just added a few more stanzas in the meantime.
Coming right over for another read, then!
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This is soo beautiful and heart wrenching at the same time🥺!! Innocent lives are taken up for no reason. It is intensely sad what the world has gone to😔 I love the conversational style adapted in this poem!❤️ It gives an original ring to it!
I've grieved for so many
I can't grieve for another
This part is so true! With all the crimes taking place, there are no tears left to grieve for all the poor souls that were cruelly taken away. Another amazing poem Noah!! I Love it!😊
(the despair, reads so authentic
in your poetic prose, dear poet
forgive me
I couldn't refrain, from offering
a little poetic reply of my own..
I meant no disrespect in doing so)
that cruel ill-fate, as happenstance
breaking your back, doing overtime
earning for a child
that's gasping for life, hoping
you were by their side...
and you, stopping by the grocery
store
to buy their favourite, dessert treat
imagining
their delighted face, at your reveal
while
callous life, awaits
to bring you to your knees, with its
reveal...
(so much indifference, cruelty
imbued in the word: Destiny)
so what's our choice? to give up
add to the manically nihilistic
hopelessness that's so abundant
or
to kiss and hug our loved ones
every time we part
to offer
our consideration and kindness
like its air;
and cherish every gifted, snippet
of peace and joy
like, it was the very last we'll be offered
by life...!
'we must persevere, for those survivors
that look upon us, to remind them
there's meaning to this existence
we're All, so fortunate to experience'
thank you for the lovely comment l.b., always love when you drop in!
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