They were never given a chance
To just get a glance
Of this life
They were never given a chance
To experience the warmth of a sunrise
To witness the beauty of a sunset
The victims of circumstance
She never found a better solution to her strife
She couldn't wait a little while
she nipped them in the bud
Perhaps due to situations too bad
But what can ever be so worse
That in such a pool she can immerse?
My heart bleeds for those innocent souls
The victims of circumstance
Results of the heat of the moment
But that's what happens when you use the law of the quotient
Numbers end up doubled
He leaves you with a broken heart; and you're too troubled
Troubled you can't raise a child single-handedly
And you terminate that beautiful life;
Perhaps due to insanity
Do you think of your conscience and personality?
Or your conscience was terminated as well?
Your conscience died with the victims of circumstance
A sublime start with a nice poem, Takondwa. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I bet you're beautiful in person