Elena Plotkin

Dead At Thirteen - Poem by Elena Plotkin

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

Topic(s) of this poem: death, gun, guns, violence

Comments about Dead At Thirteen by Elena Plotkin

  • Bri Edwards (5/10/2017 12:06:00 AM)

    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.

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  • (1/22/2016 5:18:00 AM)

    Great poem, very poignant.
    Against blind violence.
    Life is sacred, man has not learned to respect it.
    Good work, from good poetic heart.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 21, 2016

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 23, 2016

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