From The Cloud Poem by KIRIT SHAH

FROM THE CLOUD

Looking down, saw my body at peace in coffin
Crying mother n little brother, dad nowhere to be found
I was their hope out of hood
Mom working day n night, to raise n feed us right
Shooting here and there, shooting day n night
Trade of drugs or trade of flesh, hood was busy all the time
Some selling blood or kidney to survive
But those selling drugs and flesh ruling the night
To help mom, joined their trade to do right
Blood here and there and everywhere
Shattered hope n dream in mud
She found me lying in the pool of blood.