Good Guys Die Young Poem by Darrick wiggins

I dream of such tragedy;
had occurred to be unruly;
what could this lead to, what destiny;
ohh god! ! ! My majesty, can you open all
the doors;
so the whole world can see;
did someone had to be deminished;
because they were unfortunate or poor;
Could it be they was so innocent;
what tyrant would escalade such a flaw;
Is it the pain what he feels;
or he just didnt like to obey god's will;
as he couldnt have the precious jewel he saw;
To be peaceful, loveable, installed with humbleness;
and filled with so much harmony;
i asked the world;
lets replaced dead reality into spiritiality.