Good Die Young Poem by Robert Roberts
Good Die Young
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bullet shattered through
skin like broken glass
blood rains from the
sky as a nation cry
all cause another died
eyes barely opened to the world
feet still dry but now cold
as the good die young
before it all said and done
a mother lost a son
as his body returns to the sand
as its hard times
when the good die young
Friday, June 8, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: rains
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