A soccer ball sits in an empty street
the feet that kicked it are now marching
down a path of corruption and hate
blisters burn their swollen feet
the innocent hands so small
can barely get their fingers
around the heavy trigger
meant for stronger hands
a gun can kill
an adult can kill
and now a child too
aren't we more effiecent now
an empty cradle rocks
slowly back and forth
calling for the child robbed
by uniformed murder's
with ease they bleed
with malice they kill
the stolen children
where have they gone?
easier to kill
easier to be cruel
easier to age
where have the children gone?
Please tell me what you think
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yo brotha says: A OK
wow. Thought provoking. Im sorry i havnt read your stuff in forever. I havnt forgotten you though. Call me soon! Superb write, keep it up and ill try to keep checking.
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Good write
I like the third stanza, fourth line "aren't we more efficient now". how true. it's a sad, sad situation that we are living in. I liked the imagery of this poem. I think, however, that punctuation would have helped the flow of this piece. It reads a little bit choppy from stanza to stanza. Other than that, great job!
~Liss
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