Can We Trust Them?

Aswani Siwakoti

Toronto, Canada

DOB: 07/10/97

Drip, drip, drip…Do you hear that?

What could it be? It’s the sound of blood

That invades the ground

From the bullets gone through the hearts

Of our brothers and sisters

Drip, drip, drip…Do you hear that?

What could it be? It’s the sound of tears

That attacks the ground

From the fears of losing tomorrow

Because of our brothers and sisters

Sure, they are our brothers and sisters

So, does that mean we could trust them?

We all did, but do you see what we end up with?

Dead dreams, dead hopes

And no faith at all

Please, I beg of you to let us all free

Think about tomorrow

Think about the children

If its money that you desire then take it all

Because with my last bit of hope

I will stand tall

To protect, to love, to give,

That, is my duty

And I will always stand by my words

Forever and always.