Inspiration That Never Dies
Soaring from beyond the clouds
Is a young boy who once roamed this round wretched plow
Imagining the smile on his brown face
Cheering while screaming with his classmates
Walking with those black pants and mint shirt
Unaware of your last days on this Earth
As you continue down those tiny isle
Class of 2019, the parents beamed
Now dancing, swimming; your all for fun
Until an “accident” happens, under water your done
Running outside parents are all shocked
Fifteen heads the count shall be
My brother body is found flowing free
Listening for the sirens as theycome close
Oops it’s too late
Time to share the dose
This day broke my family, we the same, no more
Case you cannot open
It’s a locked door
Six years later the pain remains
Now I’m in college trying to make a change
Inspiring me, thus what you done
To become a criminologist my journey has began.
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