Poem Jay

And sometimes I’d rather die
Than live eternal in these manufactured winds
I live a life that people seldom win
and when i win I seldom fight the cry
Sometimes I wonder why the children die
there ain’t no god that you can explain for me
why the bullets don’t miss their mark
and why I have to live so scarred
i sold soul for the children’s tears
but never saw any thing but more fears
I wish to god I never seen them cry
I wish to god somedays I never survived
I don’t know what the hell killers wish
I’ve never walk inside the shoes of death
I only know the pain I’ve felt
and try to share the tears I’ve been dealt
Somebody please explain why we die
Somebody please explain why I cry…