Monday, August 29, 2011

A dead boy's Face

A Dead Boy's Face

On the street was a boy
Everyone was laughing about his toy.

Was that the cause?
Answered by applause!

Why did he do it?
There were no answers to fit.
Who was he?
They asked me.

There was no answer on the way
searching for one cost me the day
At home the parents crying
why was the boy dieing?

They stood at the bed
the boy's soul fled-
his beat slows down
his life has no crown.

People dressed in black
They cry while looking back
Candles all over the place.
There: A Dead Boy's Face

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