Poem: A Baby Cries

" A Baby Cries "

We travel up and down our cities streets but do we ever stop and take a good look.

Suicide is not that painful, homicide is all the rage, death is close, I know it so.

A baby cries for its mama, in vain.

Mama can not hear her because she caught a bullet from a senseless war.

Baby has grown up hollow and harden, she has become a young woman.

Baby's feet walk the streets now. Selling her body is her life not just a child's game.

She turns fifteen on her next birthday but, she knows, today is the day to slit her wrists and watch her dreams fade away.

Suicide is not that painful, homicide is all the rage, death is close, I feel it so.

A baby cries for its mother in vain.

Mother can not hear, she is out cold on booze and pills.

The child is a teenage boy, he is so out of it, he can not tell what is real or fake.

life is so fucking hard, full of madness and pain, you have to fight just to get something to eat.

I do not know why, I had to be born. It is not like I was asked or anything.

I wish my life would just disappear, disappear, disappear, disappear!

Suicide is not that painful, homicide is all the rage, another baby cries for its mother in vain.

by Syrbastyian Vzampfyier