Death in Suburbia

Death in Suburbia
Snap
Crack
Thud
Whack
The sounds
Of
Murder.
Am I
The
Only
One
Who hears
Them?
So many
Young lives
Cut short,
Ended
On

A

Whim.
Beings that
Worked so
Hard to get
To where they
Were
In life.
Snipped off
When their existence
Was just starting.
Genocide.
Killing
Without compassion.
Am I
The only
One
Who cares?
Who tries
To save them
But fails?
After, I sit
In my room
Crying
About the lives
I could not win back.
And they call it gardening.