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
This poem is about:
Our world