Post by Laurasia on May 9, 2007 13:34:21 GMT -5
All right, so this is my first completed poem/song. So go easy on me guys. Inspired by incidents that are very well-known to some of you here. I guess that the writing bug finally got me.....
"Why"
Why do young ones have to die?
Left no chance to say goodbye.
So many lives augmented with strife.
Why so few with a sense of right?
What's the reason for such killing seasons?
For souls with holes ripped through their seams?
What's the reason for such blind legions?
No future lies in such allegiance.
Why the loved ones left behind?
Why heirs ripped from Fates' line?
Your time ends & he** begins - not just for you, but all your friends.
The sobbing nights.
The screaming fights.
Some may turn to take their lives.
Some with vengeance burning bright.
They close themselves into a cage with bars forged solely from their rage.
They numb themselves to your soft nudge to lay down arms & bear no grudge.
For your soul is now chained to their lives & all they deeds they try to hide.
The riots, chaos, & uproar - paying no heed to your pleads of no more.
You see others, lost like you, begging friends from their old crews.
You feel the weight of guilt you share with lifes' supposed enemies here.
It hurts so much for you to bear the constant cycles growth again.
the time has come, your comrades stare.
Friends & foes with guns in hand.
With heavy soul you view the plan - your baby brother makes his stand.
He screams that vengeance shall be his & suddenly you see his kids.
Their shell-less souls cling to his life.
The bullets slice through like a knife.
The searing pain from all that shame of a baby brother who thought to reign.
And what is the point to all of these plans?
To be "top dog" or die a man?
Through their guilt, shame, & pain the lost young ones can't understand....
Why?
"Why"
Why do young ones have to die?
Left no chance to say goodbye.
So many lives augmented with strife.
Why so few with a sense of right?
What's the reason for such killing seasons?
For souls with holes ripped through their seams?
What's the reason for such blind legions?
No future lies in such allegiance.
Why the loved ones left behind?
Why heirs ripped from Fates' line?
Your time ends & he** begins - not just for you, but all your friends.
The sobbing nights.
The screaming fights.
Some may turn to take their lives.
Some with vengeance burning bright.
They close themselves into a cage with bars forged solely from their rage.
They numb themselves to your soft nudge to lay down arms & bear no grudge.
For your soul is now chained to their lives & all they deeds they try to hide.
The riots, chaos, & uproar - paying no heed to your pleads of no more.
You see others, lost like you, begging friends from their old crews.
You feel the weight of guilt you share with lifes' supposed enemies here.
It hurts so much for you to bear the constant cycles growth again.
the time has come, your comrades stare.
Friends & foes with guns in hand.
With heavy soul you view the plan - your baby brother makes his stand.
He screams that vengeance shall be his & suddenly you see his kids.
Their shell-less souls cling to his life.
The bullets slice through like a knife.
The searing pain from all that shame of a baby brother who thought to reign.
And what is the point to all of these plans?
To be "top dog" or die a man?
Through their guilt, shame, & pain the lost young ones can't understand....
Why?