Killing Children Poem by Chelsea Lybbert

Every minute that passes by,
I can see the drops of blood fall,
The running river that flows down my arm,
That spreads out across my hands,
And drips from my finger tips.
The drops stain the paper in my hand,
The notes for my parents,
Telling them good-bye
Telling them not to cry,
I need to prove a point.
A note for my boyfriend,
Telling him it’s not his fault,
Telling him not to grieve.
Telling him I love him,
I will never forget him,
But this is the only way,
To make the world see,
How ignoring children,
Causes pain and misery.

©2008 ~ChelseaML