She Used to Be My Sister

She walks with slow unsure steps, afraid

Of what lays down, for her mind is way faster

Maybe today, maybe tomorrow or the day after

Things won't have to be the same no more

It's an inward prayer, it's a cry for intervention.

If she was any capable, she'd have done something

To be out of misery, to be out of this world

If she had anyone, just but one, one soul to talk to

And to listen to her, if only she had a family

Like other daughters had, probably she'll find hope.

So past the pastry shop, to the bin in haste

Swept off bits of cookies, today seems vague

But the little she has, it's enough then that she has not

She gestures and walks towards the pedestrian lane

Face down, she's nibbling a dry piece of cake.

Further down the street, sirens, and confusion

Three masked men rush out of the bank, with black bags

Holding smiling rifles, brandishing at all

One police is behind her, trying to get a clear target

She notices not, she has a lot heavier on her mind.

Young lady, move away fast and get lost

Before she looks back, a shot is fired

Down she falls, the confusion grows more

She didn't die hungry, she just died alone

She used to be my sister, and we all denied her love.

®Rahul Justin

the Lost Prince 🚶🏾😔👑

©Tales of the Lost