When I stop to think,

And wonder why,

In the time it takes for me to blink,

So many people in this world die.



There are a great many things I cannot fathom,

Like why we choose to ****

When death itself is a shadowy phantom

That scares children and causes bones to chill.



All I want now is to show my love,

To those who care,

And are friendly as a dove.

But show my love I do not dare.



Hurt a lot of people, I know I have

But how sorry I am, I can’t express

Because I now understand how I have

Caused all those people so much distress.



So next time you stop to think,

And wonder why

So many people die, every time you blink,

Don’t be shy

To tell others what you think.