Too young to have
thoughts of fatality and famine
The coronavirus is
nothing unfamiliar
Remember the Spanish flu?
Seeing a dead body lying in the
street is nothing unfamiliar
We’re in the ghetto, fam
Why should a child be so concerned
about whether they’re going to
live to see another day or not?
I go to the pool and swim away
the fears but even when I’m under
the water it finds its way
to swallow me alive
Don’t take me before my time
Don’t take me before my time
Don’t take me before my time
Aren’t I meant to share a glow
with a world in desperate need of one?
Aren’t I meant to rescue the same
children with the anxieties I possess?
Aren’t I meant to cease
the reincarnation cycle?
A soul that hasn’t released
enough of its karma find
itself trapped in a vortex
And every incarnate ended
with a premature tragedy
Miscarriage, child abuse
Rape, a victim of homicide
Terrified to death and had the
adrenochrome extracted from him
after being mutilated
I don’t want to return here again
I don’t want to return here again
I don’t want to return here again.
About the Creator
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