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It was a day, a day like any other day

we sat in the car, everything was like a dream

we went city hall with a mandatory

on the other side of the street we saw a girl

It is always a smiling face

moved quickly to the other side of the street

So he said to the girl he was quite

announced that he was jumped from the bridge to

And the story was cool just as it needs

at the time like a bolt from the blue

appeared in a lunatic with a gun in his hand

said escapes from her go home

Scared girl fell unconscious

when he saw it in him to rage

and with a cocked fist

went on the tube

May 17 black parade meanders

above Topcider cemetery

overshadowed the sadness

Another young life went

harsh truth

Another mother in the black

bids farewell to son

kneeling, beside the coffin

yeast tears on her face

Through thoughts now go to her gallery killers

touch wood, and tightening teeth

and cursing God

for all that

And as if the sky starts

slowly to lower

the fall of darkness and the rain begins

as if to say, this is the end

This little boy's soul is now going

straight to heaven, straight to heaven

I stand like a rock

completely silent

I do not know what to think

I do not know what to say

Except that I do not want to believe

this is reality

and if everything around me

sys reality

Wet hair, drops of rain

girls down my neck

heart tightened

because he went brother

For whom, in my heart

will always be a place

This is a man

on whose behalf I always drink

Memories well up

I remember everything

and fights, parties, girls

car, school, sea, snow

And for the first time when we were drunk

jumped on the street acted like idiots

I remember all the arguments and the first police vehicle

Cale when he saw a bloody face

My son, who is the plaster so

Did not want to say

because it was not easy

in my heart he was a child eagerly life

But all this stopped because of an idiot

Up above us, someone we laugh

watching us from above and sow death

someone with a sick sense of humor

and whether he used to feel tired

Because he was young and did not have to go

too early for him became too late

This world is so cruel

and whether we will ever be clearly

that somewhere up high has extracted his number

And maybe tomorrow will be your

and maybe you and you like him

to go without saying goodbye

because you're just a number

COMMENTS

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angelbaby
00:30 Mar 22 2015

nice poem

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Scorpion
00:43 Mar 22 2015

Thank you :-)

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