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The words are spoken, so often as to be redundant
The muslims quickly start with an ominiscent chant
Christians drop to they're knees, and pray to God for a favor
All I do is look to the sky, pry eyes open and say "savior...
 
Why do you spite all of your children? Why would you do this?
Why would you be so tyrannical? Why would you be so ruthless?"
 
I look to my left, there is a group of women, running; screaming
I try to rub my eyes, try to shake myself awake, hoping that I'm dreaming
But when I open my eyes, the same gruesome scene lies before me
A small asian child is huddled in a corner, absent is his family
 
"Why Jesus? Oh why would you leave this boy to be put in hell on earth?"
As I stare at him, I realized, that this day was probably not his worst
 
I pick up the boy in my arms, and I hold him close, telling him not to cry
It is at this moment, that I see, that this child has not one tear in his eye
The boy and I, walk the streets, neither of us shedding a tear, neither of us in dismay
It's then that my life begins to flash back, like the Almighty just pressed replay
 
Adolescents, teenage years, my coming of age, and now this day is here
"Why God? will you cut the lieves of your patrons by multiple years?"
 
Me and the boy make our way down the street, cars line the sidewalks
I look at him and say "its gonna be alright" its amazing how pride talks
We pass a group of asians, and he jumps out of my arms and runs
He is reunited with his family, like Apollo is reunited with his holy sun
 
"God, what you just did was beneloven, you just made a tiny miracle,
On this day of despair, I'm glad to see a tiny omen, ever so spiritual"
 
I sit down upon an old maid's doorstep, just to think and reflect
I recieve an epiphany, and it all makes sense in retrospect
The Muslims, the Christians, the boy were all doing what they desereved
All were making the most of the last day, all had some group that was concerned
 
So I walk the remaining two blocks, to the house of the woman I love so deeply
Knock three times, she answers, I throw my arms around her and say "Just keep me"
 
She says "Forever, you know I love you" and I can't help but let a breath in
This is the only time I've thought about if you'll know who you knew.. In heaven
We step insider her house, and just collapse on the couch, just lie in position
For on this day, I found out all too late, that all you need to survive.. is driven...

Written By: K. Loye

Poetry Is An Artform, But Instead Of Paints And Brushes, We Use Words To Paint Pictures In Your Hearts