Unforgiven night haunted by eye's in the dark.
In all black as his skin he begin a plan.
Tormented is his mind set at war with the world.
Committing murder's and raping little girls.
Reluctant to create koas where peace sleeps.
No one knows his age thinking his an adult.
But what can I say is it really his fault.
Though violence is his way of being free.
He still a child left in poverty
And we look so shock at the outcome.
But this is what he got the streets at hand.
Can break a child that can never become a man.
Shooting everyone in the house for a dime.
And you ask who would do this, maybe your son
Because you didn't give him any of your love, that cost time.
Know we look back and wish.
If only...... If only........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem