Sunday, April 04, 2004

Death, Without a Tear

The broken body lay there
Silhouetted upon the paper
Trying to survive the torturous pain
Trying to escape the driving rain
No pity, No one cared
Looking back, they could only stare
They give it a thought
But no, love cannot be bought
So they quickly turn away
Nothing left to say

The rain stopped
The war was fought
One casualty
Dying from brutality
A lonely boy
Destroyed the wing
Now the bee
Would never fly or sing
Just death
Without a tear

d.s. brueckner
2004

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