It was only just last month
That you had walked with me
Down the quiet streets of our neighborhood.
But now as I see your frail,
Helpless body lay before me,
I realize that we were too young to have understood
The consequences of our leader's actions.
For now I see the poison.
That thick black smog.
It coats the outsides of our houses
And the insides of our children's lungs.
Your death was only part of the beginning.
And now I'm afraid it's too late.
Too many people have suffered
At the hands of our cruel goddess called Fate.
I only wish
And hope that you have moved on,
A land of clear blue skies
And bright sunlight awaits us all.
It is a place,
A very special place,
Where the smoke of our lives is forever gone.
YOU ARE READING
Wishing Upon a Star
PoetryWhen I shared this book, which was once a rough-draft People criticized my work so much that others laughed. But now as I publish my works, which are full of courage and dreams People think to themselves, "a book cover is not always what it seems." ...
