Violence
February 13, 2019
The words people say to hurt us
The rocks they throw to break us
Their lack of ability to see our pain
Clouds their judgment, basing a book by its plain
If everyone bases their judgment by looks
The world would be a horrible book
Life’s taken
Blood shaken
Tears pouring down from loved one’s eyes
Watching the one you love while he cries
Running to find a safe place to hide
Being chased until they petrified
Wishing was all a dream
Then all goes downstream