Do you know, everything?
Do we know something?
Do we know nothing?
If we know, did we act?

So many didn’t have a thought,
In a lifetime.
Out of spite and jealousy,
They hit and the kid fell,
His body, soft, like a willow tree.
As he fell…

His curiosity,
His potential,
His love,
His dreams,
His respect,
His humanity,
Fell with him,
Into his tomb.

And in the tomb he will bury his kids,
And his kids, kids.
Unless he knows.

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