She called for us
We ignored her
She called again
Still we paid no mind
She stopped calling
Did we care?
She slit her throat
We did not stop
Her heart did.
Only then did we look up
and realize we were wrong.
Our present is important
Hers was too
If we paid some attention
Her blood is on our hands
We paid no attention
When we had the chance.
Now our future is built on one more ****** corpse.
Complain if we must
We put it there.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
She called for us
We ignored her
She called again
Still we paid no mind
She stopped calling
Did we care?
She slit her throat
We did not stop
Her heart did.
Only then did we look up
and realize we were wrong.
Our present is important
Hers was too
If we paid some attention
Her blood is on our hands
We paid no attention
When we had the chance.
Now our future is built on one more ****** corpse.
Complain if we must
We put it there.
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