![]() |
|
by Koral-Anne Roberts | |
Published on: Jan 28, 2004 | |
Topic: | |
Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=2782 | |
I can't take it anymore We are no longer safe In our own homes... Innocents being killed The guilty, all hail! An 18 month old baby killed Beaten and burnt to death by her own father For what? "Well she pee de bed” If everyone who wet their bed, Was to be sentenced to death How many of us would be alive today? A young boy, Not accustomed to house parties Goes to a friends house party 'At least it would be safer' he thinks to himself Never would he think that he would be stabbed By outsiders that don’t even belong This is my song This is my sad cry My heart carries this unbearable burden As I feel for the relatives of these people When will it all cease? When will the blood stop running? When? « return. |