More Children Die

Children dying
Not given a chance to live
To Learn
To Love
Taken by another
Trying to show the world
Making a name against those who they hate
Women who turn from them
Those with more than they have
Innocents who merely are there
In a good place
At a very bad time
Dances, classes, alone in their rooms
Peace is broken by madness
Sharp sounds
Deep pain
Never ending darkness
Back in the light
Parents cry
Memories flow
Friends mourn
Somewhere, someone sees the story
A newscaster tells of death
They don't cry
They don't mourn
They plan
They dream of darkness
They dream of death
They look for a good place at a bad time
They look into innocent eyes
And they kill
The cycle starts again
And more children die






Poetry by Rob Taylor
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Written on 2007-04-20 at 04:41

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, very chilling write - makes me feel so very very sad

Elle x
2007-04-20


Kathy Lockhart
wow Rob this is chilling, haunting, and true. Powerfully written.
2007-04-20