My Hurt Eyes - Poem by Dougie Fresh
Look through your eyes at the World, what do you see?
Do you see skies of Blue and trees of Green?
Do you see a place full of happiness and full of peace?
... Take a look through my eyes and see what I see.
I see a place full of poverty, sorrow and gloom.
The skies I see are not blue, but are gloomy and putrid.
Grey as the stone I use to sharpen my knife.
The trees I see are not pretty or full of life,
But are dead, decaying and dark.
Dark are my thoughts as my knife makes its mark.
The World as I see it is dead and full of dread.
That's why I lay here dying, bleeding blood red.
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