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IN FRATERNAM MEAM
Friday, March 31, 2006
WHY ARE WE FIGHTING TO LIVE IF WE'RE LIVING TO DIE?
Why are we fighting to live if we're living to die?

Why are we fighting to love if it only makes us cry?

Why are we fighting for gangs when all our colors are the same?

Why are we dying with no one to blame?

Why are we killing for the wrong reasons?

Why are we dying everyday, every month, every season?

Why are we worried that Daddy isn't coming home?

Why are we so many children left in this world alone?

Why can't we go outside and play?

Why is Mommy worried that one of us may get his with a stray?

What is the reason Daddy isn't coming today?

Why do we have to sleep on the floor at night?



Why do we hurt and fight?

Can we all stand together and make all wrong right?

Why do people bring babies in the world like this?

Why did that bullet have to hit Starkesia? Why didn't it miss?

Why does money make the world go around?

Why when we die we get put in the ground?

Why does it seem as our life changes in so many ways?

Why does it feel as we are living in our last days?

Why does this gang get into it with that gang?

When everyone lives in the same community and has the same things?

Why does'nt death scare me anymore?

Because death is a game and has reached its final score.

Why is it that when a person dies a baby is born?

Or is it that person comes back reformed.

Why is it that we are focused on the food and never expect the bad?

Why after we laugh, we cry?

Why are we fighting to life if we're living to die?


(Written by SHONTANETTE BRINSON an 8th grader at the Vernon Johns Community Academy. Said she was inspired by Tupac Shakur's "Runnin' (Dying to Live)" to write this poem.
posted by infraternam meam @ 3:44 AM  
3 Comments:

  • At 4:47 PM, Blogger angelo said…

    if it takes one to fight to live a life, by all means one should do it. for if one's no longer living, one can no longer afford to fight for life. life is precious, and it deserves all the fighting we do to keep, sustain it.

     

  • At 12:10 AM, Blogger infraternam meam said…

    aa...
    one has to understand where the autor of this poetry comes from, and one has to know also what expereince(ces) this young girl encountered to create this moving piece of poetry.i can see where she is coming from... that is why i posted this nice poetry of life.

    tks for ur visit. my son mistakenly erased your email to me. he only said it when the email has been erased. can u send it back so i will know what you are conveying to me.

     

  • At 8:58 PM, Blogger angelo said…

    sorry, i reacted only to the title it seems, bypassing the poem. now that I read the poem twice, I must admit my comment was not really meant as a rejoinder.

    I checked my outbox and didn't find my email, though I remember having sent you an e-mail. I forgot what it was about. I guess it's also a feedback to one of your blog posts.

     
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