if i had to name this, my guess would be teenagers, but i perfer it rather not to have a name now.
UNTITLED
How do they do it? How could they do it?
How could they treat someone like shit?
Not knowing someone
but continue to shun
the lies, the rumors that spread
they are the poison lead
the cause of that poor child's death
that couldn't be told by her very last breath
We
all know the truth
We
know why they died
But
we’re afraid to speak up
We
continue to lie
How?
How
are they so cruel?
Do
they really think that insults
Make
them cool?
They
don’t know
Or
they don’t care
The
consequences
Of
being unfair
So
a life was lost,
It
couldn’t be their fault
No
way that it could be
Pressed
as assault
But
yes,
indeed
it can and is
All
their fault
No
matter what one says
We
know it true
These
aren’t the lies
They’re
the cold hard truth
No
longer cowering, we now rise
