You're probably beating yourself on the chest right now like you're king Kong.
 All these lives you're claiming got us gathering in small groups to sing songs
To bid farewell to our loved ones
To kiss them goodbye as we watch them disappear from under the sand as the crowd sings praises
 " Ashes to ashes, dust to dust "

Do you not get tired of hearing our cries?
Day in and day out it's you breaking our hearts
We close our eyes at night in hopes to find peace
But we wake up to another woman that has been killed
Another man that has been shot and another drunk driving accident with no survivors
And we go back to bed to try to find the same peace but it's hard knowing it could be you tomorrow
Or death could even visit you in your own home where you're suppose to be safe.

I'm tired of shedding tears in mourning I'm tired
Having to look up and blame God for the pain and suffering
Why? When he's not the one to blame.
If it is then are we not to use his name in vain?
Call his name in shame?
But we know a God exists somewhere in the world or the universe because someone has to be responsible for all that is created
But did he create death too?

Man I'm tired my legs are growing short from the all this weight in my heart I can't carry it anymore I hate this pain.
It's a war between death and peace
Let's stand together and fight death
Try by all means to fight for peace

But then again who are we to fight for anything when we're fighting and killing each other? 

Submitted: September 11, 2020

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