This life has been taken;
Breath ripped from his chest.
Two lives were ruined
When that lead hit his breast.
The aim was just perfect;
The moment just right.
For a soul to be stolen
On that fateful night.
Now one being rests in peace,
While the other rests in trauma.
Oh the prices we must pay
In the midst of such drama.
These brothers were cheated;
Their fates taken a turn
Down a road of despair
And a lesson not meant to be learned.
God be with the Smiths.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This write needs to be read at a poetry slam. I think most people would dig this from the get go, no problem.... Really like your poetry. I wish I was as prolific.