Dead At Thirteen Poem by Elena Plotkin

Dead at thirteen,
another case of lead poisoning.
A stray bullet to the chest,
for some idiotic thing at best.
A great life cut short,
By someone who kills for sport.
A great talent denied,
By someone who has no pride.
A great mind forever lost,
By someone whose future was tossed.
A great chasm left behind,
By someone who's a blight on mankind.
A happy family destroyed beyond repair,
By someone who never learned to care.
Dead at thirteen,
just another case of lead poisoning.


(C)2016 Copyright Elena Plotkin