beautiful words spoken no more
angry people walk the halls
the sounds of laughter echos in the silence
and we're left to wonder
why and how
such an event can turn so sour
in tow we bring our grief
like a ball and chain it holds us underneath
a family turned inside out
secrets cover the walls
lips become unsealed
love was suppose to casscade this day
rememberance was to rule in every way
but once again our hate and angry
shadowed this day
what made us so foul
what made us a family turned sour
we can't call ourselves related
we can't call ourselves anything but hated
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem