PAIN

PAIN

I was put here on Earth,
without knowing what I was worth.
I did not realize it,
until someone tried to steal it.
He tried to take my life,
he did it with a knife.
He didn't only hurt me,
he hurt my friends to,
one black, one white, and one Jew.
It was definitely the wrong thing to do.
If I ever see him again he'll die,
not for what he did to me, but for when I had to see my brother cry.
He knocked me down but know I'm standing,
and also demanding,
That he'll get buried,
for the memories that I've carried.

~Patrick Kolarik~

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