One Small Voice

It just so happens that I am tired of the murders, the killings.
It happens that someone dies every minute in the world
from the drugs, the guns, the poisons, and the weapons;
that people are committing suicide everyday.

The thousands of graveyards,
the millions of rotting dead bodies,
the blood, the smell of death,
and the trillions of rotting bones in the ground.

Funerals everyday; the crying,
the weeping for the dead,
for the people that have passed away,
for those who won't come back.

I am tired of the people smoking their life away.
The coughing, the hacking, the horrible breath of death.
People's lungs and skin rotting away;
the craving of suicide that they can’t quit.

With the murderers who just go to jail
and have a chance to escape and kill again when they get out,
when we could just kill them with the pound of the gavel
and put everyone out of suffering.

I am tired of all the money used to make weapons of mass destruction,
to be used to kill off all men in pointless wars.
And last, I am tired of being the smallest one in society,
and nobody to hear the words that im crying out.