Those Senselessly Gone...A NiaG Poem
Did she not deserve to see the face
Of her child when he ran his very first race
Did he not deserve to see the sunset
To play with his very first toy or pet
Did he not deserve in a whining voice to be called Dad
By his teenage daughter wanting the latest fad
Why does the world continue to grow cold
Did those taken deserve not to grow old
Who are these thieves that take from life
Are they entitled to cause such pain and strife
Is it greed that pushes and let’s them sink so low
Was it worth the pennies that seemed to be their goal
They have left this world colder by their chilling hand
Truly destroying the hope of every woman and man
Life’s not fair, this I have always been told
Surely this isn’t what’s meant from this saying that’s so old
Though my zest for life continues to be a test
I still keep hope for man close to my saddened breast
This poem stems from all the stories of all the missing children, men and women that continue to surface on a daily basis. I don't know if it's the media but I just don't remember the world being so challenged by these events when I was growing up.