Phil Panebianco

Rookie (Bronx, New york)

A Sad Day - Poem by Phil Panebianco

A sad day when kids replace books with guns.
A sad day when words turn to violence.
A sad day when home becomes what they fear.
A sad day when knowledge is now learned in the street.
A sad day when colors result in hate.
A sad day when a life of opportunities is wasted in a blink of an eye.
A sad day, is that this day, is today.


Comments about A Sad Day by Phil Panebianco

  • Silver Star - 4,078 Points Patricia Grantham (4/8/2013 9:08:00 AM)

    One day those sad days will be happy. These words are powerful and so
    true. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Sabrina Jubahar (3/10/2009 5:28:00 AM)

    Wow. yarp, you're right. wars, violence, and all that 'creepy' doings, they haunt us like a nightmare. sadly, it won't go away soon. just sad. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 5, 2009



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