So many people dying.
Dying on the streets, behind gloomy alleys
In a protest, in a war…
A fight behind closed doors.
Hearts full of coldness!
Committing suicide, without any consent passing without a warning.
Mothers, fathers, children fading.
Without a goodbye
Cars crashing joyful riding
Quad bikes, motor wheels, lorry’s colliding
So many people dying
Aggravating society
Full of hate, fighting, stabbing,
In addition, the cause? A drugs debate!
Without a goodbye
A sorrow filled absence.
A sudden passing, full of abuse...
May you rest in peace?
If only you could!
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