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Victim

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This poem is specially dedicated to a friend of mine who was close to me.
Wherever he is now, I just thought I should write this to let him and everybody
else know what loss it feels, not only for myself but to everybody who knew him.
It just breaks my heart to have to face such a person go away from earth at such
a young age. He had an amazing potential that I deeply admired and was looking forward
to see him succeed. But unfortunately all of this was taken away from him by some people
who had no care of what they were doing and that is just an awful thing. I just want 
to dedicate this poem to Trevor, a good friend of mine from Saint Stanislaus, Guyana. 
Wherever you are Trevor, I just want to let you know that you will always remain 
in my memory and also my heart. Here it is:


Each day there is death walking down the street,
Snatching away all of the innocent lives.
We don’t see the darkened clouds but its there,
It’s watching and searching for the next victim.
Each day it death that someone must meet,
While others struggle their best to survive.
We can feel it coming once it’s somewhere near,
But then we wonder if it’s all just a terrible dream.

It’s like a door which only opens and closes,
When someone enters a world never seen before.
Its like a two way passage which comes and goes,
But the thing is that one never truly returns.
It’s like all of the gains going through losses,
Just like when we are combating the world war.
It’s like the stream of water which always flows,
But in the ending life can take unexpected turns.

Each day we sense that our lives are in danger,
We never really feel that we are in protection.
Sometimes our world seems to come to an end,
But the end for someone is when life turns to death.
Each day we can feel the sorrow of a stranger,
Sometimes the picture becomes part of our reflection.
It’s unfair when a victim turns out to be your friend,
All that could be done is to take a deep breath.