They say ”sticks and stones,

May break my bones,

But words will never hurt me”

But what about all the words, 

That took the lives of many,


Maybe if they took account, 

Of the words they said about me,

They would ultimately see the fate 

That was unable to be foreseen


Everyone around us thought it was so harmless

But couldn’t understand that it was still wrong regardless

But it’s ok, now I hope you’ll get saved 

That one day you come stop by and visit at my grave.



This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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