Dead at thirteen,
another case of lead poisoning.
A stray bullet to the chest,
for some idiotic thing at best.
A great life cut short,
By someone who kills for sport.
A great talent denied,
By someone who has no pride.
A great mind forever lost,
By someone whose future was tossed.
A great chasm left behind,
By someone who's a blight on mankind.
A happy family destroyed beyond repair,
By someone who never learned to care.
Dead at thirteen,
just another case of lead poisoning.
(C)2016 Copyright Elena Plotkin
Great poem, very poignant. Against blind violence. Life is sacred, man has not learned to respect it. Good work, from good poetic heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for guns in topics section. At times I really thought you might have been talking about lead paint chips. Well, the victim may really have not been great nor the family happy, but STILL a life is a life; someone should have to pay a penalty for the crime! Well done. To MyPoemList. Bri :)