by | May 16, 2012 | Poetry | 0 comments

What do you tell them
How do you start
The family we’ve known
being torn apart

God is a word
we find hard to say
we know that he’s missing
he left us that day

Now to the future
and the time we have left
make every moment
the best of the best

Tell all the people
from here and to there
justice is missing
God doesn’t care

Why is the question
Why is the word
Why has it happend
Why so absurd


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