A teenager surrounded by death,
Still losing friends,
How or why this happens,
That's a mystery,
One which will never,
Never end.
Seeds are planted,
Too bad they die before they fully grow,
Even if they are nurtured,
Vile parasites will infect them,
Ending a life before it starts,
Nothing that I will ever come to know.
Elderly ones were the future once,
Days came and went,
While the future still seemed bright.
A chance for the taking is what they saw,
Right before age caught up to them,
Death's list added one more.
True to the heart are my heroes,
Under any circumstances,
Paraded through life,
And lived it quick,
Came to see this world is truly sick.
Sickness is a ticking bomb,
Hard to disarm,
Another life taken away,
Under the last name on Death's list,
Nobody will replace him the next day.
Power is what one seeks,
Offered instead of glory,
Power-hungry people are not meek,
Ending of my allegory.
