Treasure Island

Steven Sabathie


This Couldn’t Happen To Us


She was soft well figured and full of life
yet in the cold of night she felt his knife

We prayed for a miracle to keep her alive
while out on the street that criminal thrived

We asked why as we cried with disbelief
until we felt hate in our frustrated grief

Knowing we couldn’t make a move
and knowing it was too late to prevent this truth

Yes we knew of the sickness outside our door
but instead of getting involved we just kept score

And in thinking this couldn’t happen to us
one of our dreams has returned to dust

Submitted: Thursday, March 31, 2011
Edited: Saturday, May 07, 2011

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