Good Die Young Poem by Robert Roberts

Good Die Young

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bullet shattered through
skin like broken glass
blood rains from the
sky as a nation cry
all cause another died
eyes barely opened to the world
feet still dry but now cold
as the good die young
before it all said and done
a mother lost a son
as his body returns to the sand
as its hard times
when the good die young

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Robert Roberts

Robert Roberts

Anse La Raye, St. Lucia
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