he prays toward the sky
even himself asking why
his mother just died
and his family can only cry
he had to leave the house and get out
went to the park to be forgot about
all the questions and concern
his face blank, maybe a little stern
he shrugs and looks at the sky
asking silently only, 'why? '
'maybe everyone is better off dead'
he wrote in his journal and quietly said
slowly he makes his way back
to see how the others are handling this
vicious attack
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem