Tremendous corruption and greed
overwhelm a young boy's soul
he looks towards elders and plead
although he doesn't realize the world is cold.
He seeks answers of omniscience
not unlike any other being
but as he looks too far
pain shall be his only feeling.
Regretting nothing as he is young
he looks to cope with dread,
but he doesn't care that the gun
will leave his cold body dead.
As the day of his funeral approaches
the invitations of sorrow are sent
and as his body lays next to torches
his angelic body cannot descend.
The day of the funeral is all but cheerful
they preach towards his heavenly fortress
if only now he could see the people,
the people that cared but gave him everything less.
This poem is fenominal. So much power in your words.
this poem. this is amazing. i love it, its true, and it speaks wonders.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Great poem. I enjoyed it a lot. Bien! !