They Never Asked to Die

They never asked to die

They were too young

They should be playing under the sun

Not laying six feet under

 

Now they’re flying

Learning to read on a monday

Lights out on a tuesday

Silent on a wednesday

Under the desk on a thursday

Shots on a friday

Dead on a saturday

Funeral march on a sunday

Six feet under on a monday

 

They’ll never get to see the light again

Never get to fight with their siblings

Never get to drive

Because they’re no longer alive

 

Things will never be the same

Who do we blame

We can not forget their names

So let’s start from the first day

 

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This poem is about: 
Our world

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