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Hey God

Hey God

A Poem by Saint No-One

Some days I watch the news,

Those days I feel like shouting to God.


Watched the news today.

A 16 year old girl died.

Kidnapped, raped and murdered.

They got the guy.

Killed him.

But where's the justice in that?

That he got to live

And there's a six year old girl

Dying of cancer.



Where's the justice in that?

No words can reflect the pain

Like the shine of her daddy's head,

Shaved bald.

You're letting her die,

When you let him live?

Where's the justice in that?

Some days I watch the news,

Those days I feel like buying a gun,

Cocking it,

And shooting every last one

Of those cancerous motherf... oh...

See bullets can cut out lives,

But not cancer cells,

I imagine having to explain,

To little Abby and her dad,

Why I did it.

Little kids don't understand vengeance like that.

I can see the look of disappointment

On his face,

When I try to explain I did it for her,

And her sister,

And every little girl

Those b******s ever had or ever would hurt.

The words all come out wrong,

I see the look in her little glassy eyes,

That seems to say

Where's the justice in that?

Some days I watch the news

And those days I feel like giving up.


© 2013 Saint No-One

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If the world was filled with justice than it won't be called Earth, it would have had been called heaven.. but of course it ain't called heaven so which mean that we have to the justice in our hand.. and that not by the help of the guns but by holding each others hand.. giving each other the support they need to survive through the injustice..

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Added on August 18, 2013
Last Updated on August 18, 2013
Tags: cncer, murder, anger, revenge, justice, hope


Saint No-One
Saint No-One

Madera, CA

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