There’s been a stabbing I overhear
Rush to the scene, and it looks severe
I pray that he perseveres, but the situation looks bleak
The formation of blood on the floor makes my eyes weak
Tears begin to form, and stumble down my cheek
I part my lips, my words are drown, unable to speak
I only stare at him, struggling for each and every breath
His glassy glare shows his body heading towards death
Blood seeps through his clothes, and his life starts to drain
Unable to contain the blood flow, and he struggles to remain
As his pain grows, he begins slipping away from life
His night of fun appears to end from the tip of a knife
They pump his stomach in an effort to revive
But the efforts go to waste, as he can’t survive
They zip this man up in a body bag and take him away
But I stay, staring at the puddle of blood in udder dismay
And to this day I continue to pray for his spirit to fly high
And to supply us with his drops of love from the sky
This world has become overrun with unnecessary hate
And more will slip away, and line up at heavens gate