Michael Robertson


Wretched Funeral - Poem by Michael Robertson

How is the earth so burning hot, yet so freezing cold?
Ignore the screams of help crying from those in need
Until it's too late, another one dies
Can you hear their cries? You could have helped, you are despised
Atrocities commited by the wicked, the world doesn't care
You don't care until you become a victim
Death can strike anytime, even when you smile
Stand for the sake of peace, you are just as vile
In the darkness you are my light to escape
I will be your angel since no one else cares
The world is cold, but we create our own paradise
Let them know you care, we never know when time runs out
Together we stand, escape this abomination of a world
Create the utopia, we live to hold each other up
They keep dying one by one, I couldn't be there
Watching them die, living in an inescapable nightmare
I reach for your hand, but you fade away
Memories from our happy past fill my head
As I stare at your grave crying


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 29, 2010



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