Stealing Lives

They buried Weaver Tucktoday;

A child of six barely sprungfrom the womb;

Caught in a cross-fire,snuffed like a candle,

Victim of senselessnessbarren of shame.

Where was his crime to bepaid for so heavily?

What did he do to deservesuch a fate?

He only wanted to play on thesidewalk;

Sidewalks demented bytorrents of hate

And the violent steaming ofsenseless demands

That sink the level ofgenuine worth

To a point so low that life losesvalue,

As urges and cravings beguilecommon sense.

Shame becomes shapelesswithout recompense

And the Preacher is helpless

For no one will hear,

No one stands close enough toshed a tear,

And justice is silent or slowto dispense.

 

We live in a jungle where noone survives,

And hate is allowed to go onstealing lives.